I had an early night last night and slept like a
log right pup until Pogo started walking all over my head at two o'clock. I say
"Pogo" - it could
have been Treacle. They look very much alike; even more so in the pitch
darkness.
I finally gave up trying to get back to sleep, and
over some toast I watched last night's episode of "Catch 22" which was
again rather good. For once I didn't bother with the Internet over brekkie.
Time was short, and the Internet can be dull.
As I drove to work the pundits on the radio were
interviewing someone or other from the Foreign Office. This person is
supporting Jeremy Hunt in the race for the leadership of the Conservative
Party for the simple reason that Boris Johnson is being seen more and more as
something of an embarrassment. The claim was made that when the BBC were
filming him he referred to the French as "turds" and his aides had to beg the BBC not to
broadcast this (and several other
gaffes).
Is this true? I don't know. Possibly. But if
this is being alleged about a potential future Prime Minister it makes you
worry for the future. This was the theme that some bishop took up for his
"Thought for the Day" platitude. The bishop took the line that because it is a
crappy old world, let's beg God to sort it out for us. Personally I would take
the line that it is a crappy old world because God *hasn't* sorted it out and clearly has no intentions of doing so (if God is even there!).
Mind you the writer Pliny the Elder despaired for
the future, and that was two thousand years ago and we are still here.
I stopped off at Aldi before work to get some
supplies. I got there a few minutes before they opened, and as always there was
some weird bloke trying to meet and greet everyone. Perhaps he is just lonely;
perhaps he’s just odd… he certainly is no advert for the place.
I got my supplies. I got biscuits and granola. I
got a nostril hair trimmer. And I got coconut flavoured bogroll. I’m not quite
sure whatever possessed anyone to make coconut flavoured bogroll, but having
seen the stuff, I certainly wanted some.
Work was work. Being a hot day a lot of people were
sitting about in the hospital gardens. We spent a lot of time today peering out
the window watching the antics of one rather delightful family. There were
about a dozen of them; they were there for about four hours. The children were
drinking coca-cola by the two-litre bottles; the mothers (in open-toed fluffy slippers) were blowing cigarette smoke into the faces of the babies.
What charming people…
As I left work I had a message to assure me that a
geocache I’d hidden had gone missing. So I went to have a look only to find it
was where I’d hidden it. It was at this point that I checked the
geo-credentials of the person who’d messaged me.
I should have known better.
Only having ever found three of the things, the
chap was clearly not as knowledgeable about the things as he would like to
think he is.
It was at this point that my phone beeped. "er
indoors TM"
and Cheryl were taking the dogs to the river at Great Chart. Should they wait
for me? I said I’d meet them there. We had quite a good half-hour watching the dogs playing in the
water.
Not a bad day really…
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