I went to bed feeling like death warmed up last
night. But after a good night’s kip I woke feeling rather better.
I got up, and nearly tripped over Fudge who was
fast asleep on the landing. When he saw me he started making odd squeaking
noises. He does that, and Treacle does too. They really do seem to be speaking.
I wish I knew what they meant.
I sat with him for a few minutes then got on with
my morning round.
Over brekkie I watched an episode of “Good Girls” in which our heroes
are getting deeper and deeper into the mire.
As I drove to work the pundits on the radio were
interviewing the DJ Paul Gambaccini who (together with
Sir Cliff Richard) was launching a campaign to change the law. Both
Paul Gambaccini and Sir Clif Richard have had their reputations destroyed by
baseless allegations of sex crimes despite no charges ever having been made
against either. Both are pushing for a change in the law by which the accused
are guaranteed anonymity until such time as formal charges are actually made.
Is that *so* unreasonable?
At the moment there is nothing in law to stop all
sorts of allegations being broadcast despite there being no evidence for them
whatsoever.
There was also an interview with a woman who had
recently taken her dying husband to a clinic in Switzerland where he was helped
to die with dignity. It is patently obvious that the woman had done the right
thing from a moral standpoint, but from a legal standpoint she is risking a
prison sentence.
British law, eh? When my number is up, I want my
plug pulled long before I become a burden. My grandmother took two years to
die; towards the end keeping her alive was an act of cruelty.
I got to work; we had cake. I don’t know who made
the cake, or why. But I ate it anyway.
As we worked one of the girls got rather miffed. A
patient asked about her children. She replied that she didn’t have any
children. The patient was sorry to hear that. My colleague explained that there
was no need to be sorry; she had never wanted children. The patient immediately
apologised because he didn’t realise she was a lesbian. Apparently the only
women who don’t want children are lesbians (!) Apparently this is a well-known fact(!)
And this wasn’t from a bigoted middle-aged man –
this was from a little old lady…
As the day wore on I had a flurry of messages
asking about the dogs. The Ashford Facebook pages were awash with reports of
dogs in our road barking constantly. I was sure it wouldn’t be my dogs; they
just sleep during the day. And it wasn’t my dogs. One of those whinging on Facebook
gave new-next-door’s address as the source of the noise.
There’s no denying that their dogs bark. But it
doesn’t bother me (in much the same way
that not-so-nice-next-door’s piano doesn’t bother me). All the time the neighbours are making noise they can’t complain
about me.
"er
indoors TM"
popped round to tell them about the Facebook posts. The dog has fallen silent.
Mind you
it amazes me that the keyboard warriors post all over social media, but not one
will approach anyone who could actually do anything.
"er
indoors TM"
has gone bowling. I wonder what’s on telly…
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