Fudge decided
to spend the night on our bed last night. I worry about him on his own when he
sleeps downstairs, but when he sleeps upstairs there is even less room for me.
Over brekkie
I watched an episode of “Santa Clarita Diet” then had a little look at
the Internet to see if I’d missed much. I hadn’t. I then checked my emails - there were two new
geocaches which had just gone live which were not too far off of the way to
work. So (pausing only briefly to sit on Fudge as I put my socks on) I
got dressed and set off for Sissinghurst.
As I drove
the pundits on the radio were talking about how President Trump has effectively
banned
the Chinese tech giant Huawei from the USA. This made me think... President
Trump is taking the line that being a Chinese firm, allowing Huawei to build
much of a country's communication infrastructure means that said country would
have access to pretty much all communications, and would have the ability to turn it all off whenever the
mood took them.
He's probably
got a point.
But isn't
this true of buying any such product from anyone? Much of the UK's electrical
generating ability is owned by the French government. At the moment France and
the UK get along reasonably well. But who is to say that this state of affairs
will last? Conceivably the French may well pull the UK's plug at any future
time when doing so would be to their advantage. It's the old public sector
versus private sector argument, isn't it? Trying to get something cheaply by
offering a private party the chance to make a quick buck isn't always the
bargain it might seem to be.
I turned off
of my usual route at Sissinghurst and headed to where my sat-nav told me the
new geocache was. As I drove along a rather narrow lane I wondered if I was in
the right place; the lane I was driving along looked rather like someone’s
drive.
I was in the
right place for one of the geocaches. And I was the first to find it too. Happy
dance. I *could* have gone for the second one, but I chose to leave it
for someone else and share the love.
As I drove on
to work I found that my suspicions were correct - I'd just driven half a mile
down a private road. Woops.
I got to work
with plenty of time to spare (even allowing for my geo-diversion). If I
leave home at seven o'clock I have a journey of just over an hour. If I leave
much later I have a journey of an hour and a half.
Work was a
bit different today. With a colleague leaving to have a baby we had cake (and
lots of it) but we also had one or two emergencies too. People watching the
soaps and TV dramas get a rather odd idea of what hospital work is like. Let's
just say that it wasn't fun...
Driving home
wasn’t fun either. There were road works causing serious delays on the A21. I
diverted cross-country to try to avoid them, abut as I drove along a lane there
was a rather loud bash as something clouted the side of my car. (I wonder
what it was). And then once I’d bypassed the road works I found myself
stuck behind a *very* slow-moving tractor.
I came home just as "er
indoors TM"
was going out. She’d left me sausages and chips, and I devoured these whilst
watching a film on Netflix. “Passengers”
was a film we watched at the cinema on 2 January 2017. Reading my diary of that
day I was quite scathing about the film then. I quite liked it this evening…
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