I did have a relatively early
night last night. I got nearly eight hours asleep, and woke feeling like death
warmed up. I wondered about staying in bed and phoning in sick, but I got up
anyway in the hope that I might rally somewhat.
I scoffed a bowl of granola and
swallowed a cup of coffee whilst watching an episode of “Fleabag” (she
was still trying to pork the priest), and by the time I sparked up my
lap-top I wasn’t feeling quite so grotty. I had a look at Facebook – the photos
of my haul of Easter eggs had got a lot of attention (which was nice).
I checked my emails. I had a whole load more emails about “found it” logs I’ve received on the
geocaches that I’ve hidden over the last few months. Over the Easter break I’ve
had about four hundred such messages. Having a look at my geo-stats it would
seem that over the (nearly) seven
years that I’ve been hiding film pots under rocks, for each one I’ve found,
over two people have found one that I’ve put out. I’m quite pleased about that.
As I drove to
work there was talk on the radio about the Prime Minister getting the heave-ho.
Yesterday the knives were out for her. Today the people being interviewed on
the matter weren't so keen to be rid of her. The feeling now is that any
election to replace her will just be a bloodbath between the pro-Brexit and
anti-Brexit wings of the Conservative party. One side would win, one would
lose, and it would be *very* divisive for a party that is already
divided. It would seem that with Mrs May being generally hated, she is probably
doing more to unite the Conservative party than anyone else could ever do.
There was
also consternation being expressed about the Chinese tech giant Huawei who are
building much of the nation's 5G telecommunication network. Being a Chinese
company, they are bound by Chinese law, and as such are obliged to do whatever
the Chinese government tell them. Such as hand over all the confidential information
going through the 5G network, or even turn it off.
The obvious answer
is not to sell off the nation’s infrastructure, isn’t it?
I got to work; there was cake. I
came home to find a car clamped outside my house. There were all sorts of
stickers on it about it being a clamped untaxed car. On the one hand it is good
that the authorities are clamping down on road tax evaders and are clearly
making an example of them. On the other hand I’d rather they did this somewhere
else. With parking at a premium in our street, there’s a parking space wasted.
I’d got up feeling grim; I came
home feeling grim. "er indoors TM" boiled up a
rather good bit of scoff. We watched it whilst catching up with episodes of “Big Bang Theory”.
I might have another early night…
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