I went to bed last night feeling all in having spent much
of the afternoon and evening falling asleep. I was wide awake at four o’clock
this morning. After laying awake for an hour I got up and had a go on our
all-new totally functional toilet seat. There is something strangely satisfying
about sitting on a toilet seat that stays put rather than spending ten minutes
playing what I can only describe as “chodbin buckaroo”.
I made toast, watched an episode of “Shameless” then
had a look at the internet. I was probably far too early; not a lot was
happening, so I got dressed and set off to work.
I stopped off at Cuckoo Lane. With today being the start of
the Munzee Clan War I needed a Qrate or two, and whilst I was at it I deployed
a carrot and capped a Qrewzee. There's never a dull moment in the Munzee world,
but to the uninitiated it might well have looked just like scanning bar code
stickers on lamp posts.
As I drove up the motorway the pundits on the radio were interviewing Miriam
Cates (MP for Penistone and Stocksbridge) who is now a leading light
in the recently formed "New Conservatives"; a bunch of Tory
MPs who have realised that unless they sort themselves out, the Conservatives
will be out on their arses at the next election. Trying to win back lost ground
they are jumping on the "send them all back where they come from"
bandwagon (which is sadly usually a vote-winner), and as part of this
they want to stop all visas to anyone coming to work in the care sector in the
UK. This woman recognised that there is a chronic shortage of workers in the
care sector, but said a combination of raising the wages for care workers and
making it less easy for five million people to carry on taking benefits would
ease the recruitment issue.
Interestingly she flatly refused to discuss just how much
the wages of the care sector might be increased, or how she might get five
million people back into the workforce, and didn't come over anywhere near as
well as she might have liked to have done on live national radio. Mind you I
take my hat off to her. If I was the representative for Penistone (or
"Penis Town" as I'm sure it is known) I wouldn't go anywhere near
a live microphone.
I got to work and did my bit on what was a rather busy day,
then drove home through the rain. And with “er indoors TM” off
bowling I spent a couple of hours catching up on the ironing. Some days in my
life are rather fun. Some are rather tedious…
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