I gave up on
any attempt at sleep shortly after four o'clock. The dogs wouldn't settle and
Treacle wouldn't stop snarling. I went downstairs where I wouldn’t be trying to
sleep in a war zone and lay (very uncomfortably and wide awake) on the
sofa for an hour before giving up and watching last week's episode of "Still
Game" which was rather good.
With telly
watched and toast scoffed I had a little look at the Internet. Several people
had commented on my Facebook post about my little episode with the stoned and
drunk youth yesterday. I'd even had a few personal messages about the matter.
Everyone was taking the line of "Oh it's shocking, are you alright?"
which is probably why youths go round being obnoxious whist drunk and stoned.
If a few more people had taken the line of "Iet's go out and kick some
scumbag arse" we might just have a better society, mightn't we?
I blame the
schools entirely. If I'd put a foot wrong when I was at school I would have got
a caned backside. I behaved myself for fear of the stick. Today however we cannot terrify the brats
into behaving themselves. Every little oik has endless rights and no
responsibilities. What the bleeding hearts don't understand is that there is no
point trying to appeal to the better nature of a thug who hasn't got one.
Eventually my
piss cooled, and I left the house shortly after six o'clock. Last night new
geocache had gone live yesterday about a mile south of home. The first person
to find it had written that they had found it laying out in the open and that
they had hidden it where they felt it should have been. I couldn't find
anything, but I could see where others had been rummaging. (I sent a message
to the first finder, and an hour or so later I got a message about it. It would
seem that my GPS had put me about ten yards out on the wrong side of the track).
I then drove
to the post office to get my parcel. There was a surprising amount of people
wandering around the park by the sports centre at half past six; I think it
fair to say that I was the only one not smoking funny cigarettes. I got my
parcel - for once the traffic wardens weren't laying in wait outside the sorting
office.
As I headed
up the motorway to work I listened to the radio. There was pretty much nothing
of note being discussed really. Dame Margaret Hodge was accusing Jeremy
Corbyn of misleading her with regard to the anti-emitism scandal, and she
was on the radio for seemingly an age; wittering on without actually saying
anything. Ex-Home Secretary Amber Rudd was also complaining about anti-semitism
in the Labour party in her constituency of Hastings and Rye.
Coming from
there myself I wasn't aware of any Jewish community in the area? Is this a new
thing?
I got to work for the early
shift and did that which I could not avoid. At tea break I checked my emails.
Coursera had sent me a list of courses that might interest me; I've signed up
for one on botany. I don't really know that much about plants, but I'm keen to
learn. Work was good; but I was so tired I nearly dozed off a couple of times.
I was glad to be on the early shift so I could go home early.
It was a shame that the traffic
was queued all the way from the motorway as far back as work. A mile and a half
driving at walking speed rather wiped out any benefit of an early finish. The motorway
was running rather slowly, and I got to Ashford to find the roads logjammed
there as well.
I got home and opened the door
to carnage. One of the dogs had had the bin out of the kitchen and had strewn
rubbish everywhere. Taking a deep breath I left the rubbish scattered across
the floor and walked the dogs whilst it was still light. The walk would have
gone better if Treacle hadn’t fallen in a ditch of stagnant water.
With dogs walked I chucked all
three into the garden whilst I cleared up their mess. It only took twenty
minutes. And then when I thought nothing else could go wrong I opened my new
camera to find it wasn’t what I thought it was. I wanted a camera that takes
batteries I can buy in any shop. I’ve got one that takes some specialist
battery (that didn’t come with the camera). Quite frankly if anyone wants
it, they can have it. In my mind it
typifies today’s disasters and I want nothing more to do with it. If no one
wants it, I will bin it.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
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