I had an alarm set for this morning and so had the worst night’s sleep for weeks. I gave up trying to sleep, got up, and made toast. Unlike yesterday there were quite a few people commenting on Facebook this morning. With the results of the formal enquiry into the Prime Minister’s conduct during lockdown (when he openly staged parties in Downing Street to which he has admitted) still awaited, it is being claimed that the Metropolitan Police’s investigation into the alleged Downing Street parties is estimated to cost one and a half million quid Bearing in mind that the maximum penalty for the alleged offence is a fine of a hundred quid, people were asking if all the fuss is it really worth it.
Specifically in this instance for me it’s more about the principle involved than the money. I wasn’t allowed to see my mother on her last birthday before she died whilst our joke of a Prime Minister was on the piss blatantly ignoring the rules he demanded everyone else followed. But in more general terms this shows the sad state of our country in that our Prime Minister can do what he wants when he wants, and is never held accountable for any of his actions.
There was also quite a bit of nastiness on one of the work-related groups that I follow. In the world of blood transfusion, pedantry is king… I suppose it is probably for the best as the most subtle mis-use of terminology might kill someone. The difference between K and k or D and d can be fatal.
I left home earlier than I have done for some time and drove round to the tip. Back in the day the queue for the tip at opening time would be two streets long. Today there were five cars. The tip opened (two minutes late), and within five more minutes we had all emptied our rubbish and were on our way. Ever since the local tip started operating an appointment system (rather than turning up and chucking your rubbish) there have always been far fewer cars there. I’m left wondering where all today’s rubbish goes. Are people just hoarding it at home, or fly-tipping it?
With the car emptied I came home and collected the dogs and drove round to the garage where we picked up “er indoors TM” (whose car was in for a service) and drove her to work. As her work is only a stone’s throw (with a BIG catapult) from Kings Wood I took the dogs up there and we found a path from the upper car park to the paths at the south side of the woods that we know well. We had a really good walk; taking “Hannah” to record our route it was interesting to find that the milestone that Fudge tiddled on (all those years ago) was three miles from the car park. Unlike yesterday we pretty much had the woods to ourselves; we only saw one other group of dog walkers, and that was at the five and a half miles stage.
Mind you they were an odd bunch. Two people, too many dogs to count. I used to find that three dogs were probably too many, and nowadays two dogs are plenty. How did these people cope with five or six dogs each?
We came home (via the petrol station) where I sat on the sofa and was soon buried under two snoring dogs. Bearing in mind that the rules say you can’t move a dog that is asleep on you (fact!) I spent the afternoon watching films on Netflix.
“Villain” was a very good film (if you like that sort of thing) sadly let down by the ending. “Screwed” was supposedly based on the books of the same title, but like most film adaptations had nothing in common with the books but the title.
I eventually managed to wheedle my way out from under the dogs and drove off to collect “er indoors TM” and drive her to the garage where her car was ready. As garages so often do, they found one or two things that needed putting right… It is odd how people lay an egg whenever I suggest getting a Lego set that costs a hundred quid, but no one bats an eyelid when the garage bill comes in at four hundred quid more than you were expecting.
“er indoors TM” came up with a rather good dinner which we scoffed whilst watching “Junior Bake Off”. In a novel break with tradition as well as all the talented baking children, they’ve got one lad who is rather crap. Is it bad form to laugh out loud at what he boils up? I tried not to.
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