A rather cold night; an alliance of "er indoors TM",
Treacle and Pogo monopolised most of the duvet and I shivered.
Over some toast I looked at the Internet. It was much the
same as ever. Facebook was filled with rants by people who didn’t understand
that about which they were ranting. One of the local fishing pages made me roll
my eyes. There was a lot of hatred being spewed about otters in Kent.
Apparently they were illegally released in parts of the county and have spread.
The “thick element” were advocating taking shotguns to the otters when
fishing, and were surprised that the anti-fishing brigade were making a *very*
good case for banning fishing in some parts of Kent based on the anti-otter
posts on that very Facebook page.
These people are allowed to vote, you know. Sometimes I
think it must be wonderful to be stupid.
I set the washing machine and dishwasher going, then took
the dogs out for our morning constitutional. The walk went well, and passed off
without a single “episode”. We met other dogs, and we all just sniffed
each other nicely. We met OrangeHead’s posse and they were civil.
We did get a bit grubby though. Bowen’s Field is a swamp,
and parts of the park were rather waterlogged as the river is still very high.
We got home just as the rain was starting. I did the dull
laundry thing, and put more in to scrub, then watched an episode of “Uncle”.
It was rather good.
I hung out a second batch of laundry, and as the dogs
snored I set off to work.
As I drove away from home there was a
huge thud as something bounced off the car's windscreen. I *think* it
was a rather large bird (possibly a hawk?) I would have stopped, but the
car behind was ridiculously close, and there's not really anything I could have
done. By the time I could have pulled up, one of the local cats would have
already been in like Flynn.
Rather than going to work along up the
motorway I took the A-road as I'd heard there were delays on the motorway. As I
drove Alexei Sayle was on the radio. Among other things he was ranting about
how the British justice system is biased in favour of the prosecution. It is
the state which brings cases, and which juror in the case of "The Crown
versus Scousie McStabface" is going to go against Her Majesty?
I think he's got a point.
I got to work; I had a very good plate of chicken and chips
for dinner, then got on with a rather busy late shift…
Today was dull…
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