Yesterday some chap bought seven of those beer festival
pint glasses I’ve been wanting rid of. This morning as I peered into the
Internet I had a message asking about the rest. It would be good to send them
to someone who wants them rather than send to the bin.
There was also quite a bit of talk on social media about
the end of the Thursday clapping for the key workers. As a key worker myself (NHS)
I really never wanted anyone to feel under any obligation to go out and clap
me. I've yet to find any other NHS staff who weren't embarrassed and just a
little insulted by the whole thing. The general feeling was that it was like
clapping a bus driver for not crashing...
I also saw that this year’s Rye Bonfire Parade has already
been cancelled. Such a shame – I’ve not got along for a while, but it was
always fun.
Pausing only briefly to retrieve the bins from where the
bin-men had flung them I set off to work on another bright morning but today I
didn't have to brave the motorway. Instead I went cross-country to Tunbridge
Wells. The roads weren't *that* busy and it wasn't a bad drive at all.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about how the government's
furlough scheme is slowly being phased out, and they were interviewing some
young half-wit about how she is being affected by this. Her job as a delivery
driver is entirely self-employed, and she claimed she stood to lose all her
income from that. She told quite a heartfelt tale about how her and her mother
were desperate for income and struggling to maintain their previous lifestyle
without that money.
However she then (somewhat
idiotically) went on to say that her money earned from working in a petrol
station was still secure, and that the money her mother gets for being her
carer is unaffected (!)
I couldn't help but wonder if this woman
knew she was telling the world (via national radio) about all her little
moonlighting schemes?
There was also talk about how Donald
Trump has again shown his unsuitability for high office. Having got the hump
that Twitter have labelled one of his outbursts as being of dubious veracity he
is threatening to make social media beholden to the same rules as newspapers.
He is suggesting that their content must be fact-checked or they will be liable
for any inaccuracies or outright lies.
However it was pointed out (with
several examples) that if this is actually brought into law then his
Twitter account has fallen at the first hurdle.
As I drove to Tunbridge Wells I again
drove past the little independent petrol station. Again I felt a pang of guilt
that I don't support them. But again I'm not going to support them when I can
get petrol fourteen pence a litre cheaper elsewhere.
I got to work. I did my bit. There was cake. Happy days.
I took a little detour on the way home. This morning at tea
break I saw a new geocache had gone live. As I left work seven hours later
there was still no find logged on it. I set off hoping for a First to Find and
I arrived at the point where my sat-nav said I should be at exactly the same
time as a mother and daughter. When they realised what I was doing they became
quite chatty. The daughter told me that her older sister had hidden the geocache
as a Guide activity…
I tried to be encouraging but…
The thing hadn’t so much been hidden as drop-kicked in the
general direction of a hedge. And rather than using a half-way decent cache
container, the hider had used the sort of thing you’d expect to find filled
with sweet-and-sour sauce at a Chinese take-away. None of which is the fault of
the hider… Again a Guide leader has seen there is a geocaching badge and has
thought they’d have a go with absolutely no knowledge or experience of the
hobby. All their caches will be up for archiving by Christmas… Such a shame…
And in closing today the local goat sanctuary is in
financial difficulties. You can help them by
clicking here.
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