Over brekkie I watched more “Tiger King: Murder, Mayhem
and Madness”. It’s a rather interesting show; it never fails to amaze me
how so many people are determined not to get along with each other.
With absolutely nothing happening on Facebook or in my
in-box at six o’clock on a Sunday morning I set off for work.
Usually the roads are quiet when I head
to an early shift on a Sunday, but this morning I might have seen half a dozen
other cars at most.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were
talking of some on-line concert that was given last night for NHS staff? Whilst
it would probably be a matter of the utmost indifference to me, it would have
been nice to have known about it. Mind you, the Dribbling Democraps are now
calling for all NHS workers to get a bonus of thirty quid a day. Apparently this is in line with what the armed
forces get "when they are deployed on specific operations in
"demanding" conflicts". Whilst I'll quite happily take
anything that is going (and at the moment I'm taking quite a lot), I
can't help but think that all of this thanking and clapping and praising the
NHS is getting just a little bit over the top; after all, that's the job we all
signed up for, isn't it?
There was also a lot of talk about
coronageddon in care homes, and how they are
lacking vital necessities.
Should care homes have the same priority
for equipment as the NHS? There was quite the discussion on the radio this
morning. Care homes are in an odd position. On the one hand they are regarded
as an extension of the hospital system. On the other hand, many are not; charging
residents a pretty penny for their stay because they are (quite unapologetically)
commercial ventures.
I can remember a friend's father
mouthing off (in the late 1970s) about how there was money in old
people, and when his parents died he opened up a very small care home. This
chap now owns quite a few care homes in the South East, and lives in quite the
mansion. He has certainly done nothing wrong; he looks after his old people and
they all seem to love him. But the nation has let him get rich from the care
sector; should we now be subsidising him?
I got to work; I did my bit. I spent
quite a bit of the day staring out the window at a beautiful Sunday. Usually I
sulk when working weekends during beautiful weather, but not so much today. What
with the rest of the world being on lock-down I wasn't really missing very
much.
As I checked my work-related emails I
had a look at the works intranet, and was rather amazed to see that the Trust
has published a whole load of downtime dances on its own YouTube
channel.
There are other NHS Trusts where just
mentioning the name of the place on social media was once a disciplinary
offence... how times have changed.
With my bit done I came home. "er indoors TM"
had already walked the dogs round the park. After five minutes excitement as I
came home, they were all soon snoring. I spent a little while getting to grips
with the Munzee map. There was quite a bit of everyone helping everyone else
going on with Munzee-ing. Meanwhile on the Geocaching UK page there was quite a
bit of nastiness being bandied about following the cancellation of the big
geo-meet that had been planned to be held near Brighton in the summer.
"er indoors TM" boiled up a
rather good bit of dinner, then we sparked up the Zoom software and had a
five-way gossip. It was good to catch up.
And with aliens up to mischief in Antarctica and
Siberia, International Dark Sky
Week
starts today.
Back in the day I would have got rather
over-excited about this. I suppose I could get the telescope out. I wonder
where it is?
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