I
slept reasonably well, but was woken by the rain in the night. I got up, and
saw Fudge was still sulking at me. He had the hump with me last night; I have
no idea what I’ve done to offend, but that dog does sulk rather impressively.
As
I scoffed toast I peered into the Internet. For once the thing wasn’t awash
with adverts from people trying to sell that which they would otherwise take to
the tip. Instead it was crawling with political posts… I say “political”. The trouble
with British politics (and a lot of politics worldwide I
suspect) is that for years power has been shared between well-established
political parties, and many people have identified themselves as supporters of
that party. Purely because they have always voted for “X”, with no
real understanding of why they have done so. In much the same inexplicable way
that one randomly chooses to give life-long devotion to a football team.
Many
of the posts I read his morning were along the lines of “don’t
vote for X because that would be a stupid thing to do” with
absolutely no justification of why. Just because someone thinks a certain
political party is brilliant doesn’t actually make it so (I
wish more people would realise that). And quite a few posts were pointing out the
personal failings of politicians of one colour, whilst totally ignoring that
politicians of all colours have exactly the same failings.
I
checked my emails. LinkedIn had thanked me for being an active member. I
chuckled at that. My “activity” with
LinkedIn mostly consists of deleting their emails unopened. If I’m an “active” member, I
wonder how little everyone else does with that site.
I
took the dogs out for a walk. As we walked Pogo found a tennis ball and was
happily playing a game with it. He would let it roll, then chase it, and then
set it off again. He was playing this quite happily for five minutes until
Treacle pounced and stole the ball. She then carried it for the rest of the
walk despite Pogo’s wanting it back.
As
we walked we met other dogs. All three dogs played with some and barked at
others.
We
had to take a little diversion at the Chinese garden as the overnight rain had
caused floods. That area regularly floods. It was a shame that dogs don’t see a
flood as an obstacle, and all quite happily marched chest-deep into the water.
We
came home. I set the washing machine going, then went out to feed the pond
fish. That’s usually good for a barking session from the dogs. For some
inexplicable reason the pond is clear all the way to the bottom. I then wrote
up some more CPD,
With
the dogs settled I set off in the vague direction of work. I drove up the
motorway, as I went I was tail-ended by a succession of foreign
lorries, none of whom seemed to have much interest in the speed limit.
I
turned off at the Leeds castle junction thinking I might have a geo-adventure.
The geocache I couldn't find a couple of months ago was still missing, but I
did find another that wasn't a million miles away from it. And with geocache
located and happy dance danced I went on to Sainsburys. I needed petrol. That
stuff has got cheaper recently.
I
then went in to the main Sainsbury's store. The nice poppy ladies from the
British Legion were selling poppies and all sorts of
other poppy-related stuff. I've wanted a metal poppy badge for some
time, so I asked if they had any. The first nice
poppy lady barked at me that they had. She announced that the
things were two pounds each. She then (rather
rudely) snapped at me that they didn't give change and said that if
I was unwilling to give her a twenty quid note I should go get some change
myself and come back when I had some. If it had been for anything else I
would have taken my money elsewhere, but bearing in mind that it is (probably) bad form to
tell the poppy ladies to get knotted, I went off into Sainsburys and
got some stuff I really didn't want or need. When I came back to the poppy
stall another nice poppy lady told me that nothing had any
price; I should just give a donation and take what I wanted. I told her that
her mate had told me that the metal badges were two quid each. This prompted
the first nice poppy lady to come over and shout the price
list at the second nice poppy lady.
Her
mate then shouted back that nothing was priced; it was all donations according
to what the punters wanted to give.
I
got my metal badge and left as the nice poppy ladies started having a
rather heated argument.
I
then wasted fifteen minutes in the traffic queues trying to get out of the car
park.
I
got to work; I filled up on broccoli cheese and did that which I couldn't
avoid. "Daddy’s
Little Angel TM"
phoned; apparently she had been going to church but had found the
place was locked. I did wonder what she was going to church for. I can remember
her brother getting religion some twenty years ago. It lasted for a day or so
until he got chucked out of the church youth club. I can't see her getting
religion somehow, but I suppose that she is bearing in mind the thirty-third
Rule of Acquisition (It never
hurts to suck up to the boss)
I
spent much of the day thinking about Georgia Toffolo… but not in
the way that the more beastly element might. She was on telly when I got home
last night (in some celebrity babysitter show). She is on
telly quite a bit these days. Last night (on the TV show) she said
she was a “social media influencer”. There’s a totally meaningless
phrase. Like no end of people before her she would seem to be famous for being
famous. Don’t get me wrong – I’m not knocking her. But she’s been on telly for
quite a few years now. Most people of her age who are going in to my line of
work are only just qualifying or still studying. It boils my piss that you
probably lead a far more lucrative lifestyle being a “social
media influencer” than you ever would doing what I do.
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