I would have had such a better night had Treacle not got
off the bed in the small hours. She has a habit of umping on to the floor, then
crying and whinging. Eventually she got back on to the bed and settled, but not
before she’d woken everyone up. She then curled up and was snoring whilst I lay
wide awake.
Over brekkie I watched an episode of “Schitt’s
Creek” before sparking up my lap-top. I did roll my eyes when I saw one
argument kicking off on Facebook. Apparently the Welsh government have banned the smacking of unruly children by
parents.
One childless woman of my acquaintance
was crowing about how this was a positive move for humanity, and she was being
backed up by her equally childless friends. However her other friends who have
had children have come to realise the amazing corrective properties of a crack
on the arse. It has always been my experience that there are two groups of
people who advocate against corporal punishment; those with no children, and
those with the most unruly, nasty and ill-behaved brats. The most badly behaved
brats at cubs were the ones whose mothers were so proud of never having smacked
their child. I can remember that the headmaster at my school had a cane in his
office. He rarely wielded it, but when he did, one boy would have a sore bum
for a day, and a thousand other boys would behave themselves for a year.
Another early shift meant for another
early and dark start. I spent five minutes scraping the ice from my car before
setting off to work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about how
the Americans have got the arse because Britain has ignored them and is going
to use Huawei technology. Apparently the British government asked the American
government what they might use instead of Huawei, but no answer was
forthcoming. Dominic Raab (whatever he is these days) was on the radio
ranting about how few hi-tech companies there are to choose from, and that
there should be more.
There's a novel idea... where might they
come from? Has no one told him what capitalism is all about?
There was also talk of the corona virus
which is seemingly rampant in China. I suppose it is easy for us to be blasé
about a plague which doesn't bother us. I suppose the attitudes will change
when Brits start dying.
There were also rather interesting
interviews with some big-wig from the Scottish Nationalist party and the Polish
Ambassador. Apparently Scotland wants to have its own immigration policy after
Brexit because all the skilled workers who are EU nationals are going home, and
the average Brit is too thick or too lazy to do skilled work. But because much
of the skilled work doesn't pay enough, many of these jobs don't qualify for
the Government's immigration policy (like the job what I do). And so
there is a shortage of skilled workers...
I can't be the only person who saw this
one coming...
I got to work, deployed a Munzee, then got on with my daily round. It
wasn't a bad day really. And I got to leave early, which was something of a
result. I came home to find that a fellow scanner of barcodes had been up our
road and had scattered Munzees here and there, for which I was grateful.
I took the dogs for a walk; having
watched the dog training show last night I thought we might have a good walk
this evening. The dogs had to sit to have leads put on and had to sit every
time we crossed a road. Amazingly it was Pogo who was always first to sit.
Treacle was rather hit-and-miss, and Fudge was rather recalcitrant (as he
often is).
With walk walked we were home before it
got dark. I had a cuppa and biscuits. Bearing in mind yesterday’s debacle I
watched Fudge like a hawk, and I got to have all of my biccies. As I had a
cuppa I looked at the messages I’d had from Facebook. There was quite a bit of
talk on the Munzee-related Facebook page. What with the end of the month coming
up people are seeing how well they did in the monthly “Clan War”
competition. Both "er indoors TM" and I did rather
well (I thought) and consequently we’ve both been gone up into the next
league. We’ve been promoted from the “Horlicks Clan” into the “Cocoa
Clan” which I see as something of a result.
It’s not just scanning a bar code stuck to a lamp post, you
know
With "er indoors TM" off out with
her mates I put on a film I’ve been planning to watch for some time. “On Chesil Beach”
appealed to me purely because of the title (having had two really good holidays
on Chesil beach), but the film was rather good. Sort of in the same vein as
“Brideshead Revisited” really.
I’d quite like to go back to Chesil beach…
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