I found a damp
patch on the end of the bed this morning where Treacle had been sucking the
sheet overnight. Oh well… if she’s sucking the sheet she’s not stomping all
over my head. And sheets are easily washed.
Last night I put
my Lego advent calendar album up on Facebook albums. This morning as I scoffed
toast I saw that over forty people had clicked the “like” button. I was
rather amazed, and a little bit humbled. That put on the pressure for today’s
instalment.
I had planned
what I was going to say on today’s piccie. In previous years there is a Lego
minifigure behind the second window. I’d got it all worked out, and was rather
shocked to find that today’s window didn’t have a little Lego person. That’s
all the fun of the Lego advent calendar. The thing sits on my shelf unopened
for months; I really do open each window on the correct day, and then put no
end of pressure on myself to come up with something.
As I had my
morning root around Facebook my piss boiled somewhat. A friend from way back
when was posting about how Muslim people don’t have to pay council tax if their
house is designated as a place of worship. I can understand why this would be
annoying to many if it was true. But it isn’t. About twenty seconds on Google showed it was wrong. Why do people re-post such crap? So
many people believe any old rubbish that they read on-line. And these people
are allowed to vote.
I went to put
the leads on the dogs, and then stopped. Last night (and for the last few
weeks) we’ve been watching “The Dog Whisperer” on the telly. The format of the show
is that it starts with a ravening hell-hound, and ends with a meek, mild,
submissive family pet. Last night Cesar (the “Dog Whisperer”) was
banging on about how dogs pick up on positive and negative energy. It sounded
like a load of old tosh to me but, looking back, every walk is the same. Putting
the leads on is always something of a fight. And having got worked up before we
leave the house things just go from bad to worse. So today I was deliberately
quiet and calm. We all sat and waited patiently to have our leads put on. There
was no shouting and hollering from me either t the start or during the walk (like
there usually is) and the dogs really did respond to this. We had a very
good walk. The dogs played nicely with each other and with the other dogs we
met. There was no barking at passers-by or other dogs. There was no pulling and
straining at the leads when we were on leads.
There were small
issues in getting them to come back when we needed the leads back on, but for a
first attempt at “dog whispering” it was an unqualified success. The
chap on the telly always maintains that when dogs seem to be a problem it is
usually people that are at fault. He might have a point.
Once home I
posted up today’s instalment of the advent calendar as I sat on the
sofa with a cup of coffee. As the dogs
snored I then wrote up some CPD. A necessary evil.
I wandered out
to find my car. It was with something of a sense of releif that I saw my
sandwich box on the passenger seat. I must have left it there yesterday; I'd
spent ages this morning hunting for it.
As I drove to
work the pundits on the radio were interviewing the good people of Hastings (where
I was born) about the upcoming general election. Hastings is one of the
very few constituencies which could go any way in the election, and not only is
there an amazing amount of people who don't vote, there's a *lot* of
people who deliberately have not registered to vote. Many have chosen not to do
so because then the bailiffs can't use the electoral register to tract them
down about their unpaid debts. Debts incurred because of the unfair
welfare system. There's apparently somewhere between five and ten million
people in the UK who have chosen not to have a vote in this way.
The very people
with a vested interest in voting are choosing not to do so. So much for
democracy, eh.
I got to work (at
Tunbridge Wells) in an hour. The best time I've ever done that run in. I
had a rather busy late shift, fighting with the intricacies of the Kidd blood
group system. Don't ever let anyone tell you that blood group O Negative is a
universal donor!!
I was glad when
the relief arrived.
As I drove home
I was very aware that there was no fog. My weather app on my phone had told me that
the Met Office had issued a yellow warning of fog. I wonder why…
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