I heaved my still aching carcass out of its pit, made toast
and started watching an episode of "Shameless" in which our
heroes had yet again got themselves into a disaster of their own making. Much
like all of us, really.
Being the Clan leader I had a quick look at our Munzee
Clan's progress after the first week of this Clan War; at the moment the Clan
looks to be doing OK. There are still three who haven't accepted their
invitations to join yet, but they've got two days to go before they have to
accept.
Pausing only briefly to get a thousand points out of the
Tree House up the road I set off to work. I bet not one person in a thousand
realises there is a Tree House up the road from my house; let alone how to get
a thousand points out of it.
As I drove the
pundits on the radio were talking about that idiot Donald Trump who despite
having been found not guilty of rape, has been ordered to pay her millions of
dollars in compensation for slagging her off. Mind you I say "that
idiot Donald Trump", surely the true idiots here are those who don't
see this as any sort of obstacle to his re-election. Those discussing the
matter this morning were talking about how for anyone else it would be the
absolute end of their political career, but Donald Trump seems able to get away
with absolutely anything at all in the eyes of the electorate.
Boris Johnson is much the same; there are still calls for
his return.
Have I ever mentioned what a stupid idea democracy is?
There was also talk about diabetes, and how
" less than half of people with the condition in England received all
eight of their required checks in 2021-22, meaning 1.9 million did not receive
the care they need" and it was claimed that this led to seven thousand
unnecessary deaths.
Now my dad was eighty-six when he died last year. I don't
think for one moment he would have lived forever. But his diabetes was rather
bad. Despite phoning his GP many times, he never saw any diabetes specialists
during or after the COVID lockdowns. No checks in two years for him when he
should have had sixteen?
I got to work for the early shift. It was a glorious
morning, even though there was a lot of talk on the radio about forecast
thunderstorms. I spent much of the day looking out of the window. The weather
continued being glorious.
As I drove home though a beautiful afternoon I could see
black clouds in the east… in the direction of home. As I got closer I could see
flashes of lightning in those clouds. As I got to within a mile or so of home it
was obvious there had been torrential rain.
I decided against taking the dogs to the woods; we went
round the block instead. The dogs were as good as gold, and when we came home
we did “Feed The Fish” which is always something they enjoy. As do the
fish. There is quite the ritual now. I ask if they want to feed the fish, and
they charge to the pond’s edge in the hope of getting some fish food. The fish
see the dogs and come to the surface smacking their chops in anticipation of
food. I make a point of scattering some of the fish food on the planks
surrounding the pond, and there is quite the free-for-all. The pups
haven’t tried getting the fish food from the water yet; Fudge used to, and
would sometimes get his nose sucked by a hungry fish.
“er indoors TM” boiled up pie and
chips which we scoffed whilst watching another episode of “The Great”.
Ostensibly the story of Catherine the Great, it bears pretty much no relation
whatsoever to reality. When you consider that TV shows like this is the closest
that most people come to a history lesson you’d think the makers of the show
might have made a bit more effort, wouldn’t you?
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