I
slept like a log, and found I was actually able to move when I woke. It was
something of a shame that this ability diminished as the day wore on and as my
backache returned.
Over
a bowl of granola (with not-gone-off milk) I watched an episode of
"Good Girls" in which our heroes were in desperate need of a *lot*
of money. I'm sure the show would make a lot more sense if I knew why they were
so skint. I had a very quick look at the Internet to see it was much the same
as ever, then set off work-wards
As
I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about how schools are re-starting
today, and were also talking about how the children have all fallen back on
their educational progress. There was even talk of maybe delaying next summer's
exams. Here's a radical suggestion - do the little darlings really need six
weeks' holiday every summer? Had they all started back a month ago then some of
that shortfall might already have been recouped.
There
was also talk about how working from home has trashed the economies of
Britain's inner cities. Those who cater to the commuters have lost their target
audience. This got me thinking. What do we as a nation now do? Do we go back to
the old ways of working in which people make (demonstrably) unnecessary
expensive journeys to offices miles from home when they can clearly do the same
job from home? Or do the people who charge a fiver for a cup of coffee go the
same way as the gas lighters and the milkman and the rag and bone man and find
another job more befitting to this day and age?
Harsh,
perhaps. It does seem odd that people who are working from home are being
criticized for saving their money and
not squandering it.
I
got to work; there were apples at tea time. Personally I would have preferred
cake, but free food is free food. I did my bit and came home via Lok N Store
where I emptied my car of what I hope is the last of "Daddy’s Little
Angel TM"’s tat.
Once home I put the
dog-proofing into my car and took the dogs down to Orlestone Woods.
"Daddy’s Little Angel TM"
and "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM" are
staying overnight. Pogo has been pushed into the pond, the hysterical
screeching is incessant, and I’ve had enough. I’m going to have an early night
and lock the bedroom door. The next time they want to have a sleep over I’m
going to have one of my own somewhere else...
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