I was up far too early again this morning. I’d been laying
wide awake in desperate need of the loo, but not daring to go because getting
up would mean surrendering the precious little bed space that I had.
I eventually got up and watched another episode of “Shameless”.
I do like the show, but the writers don’t do their homework. In the previous
episode the gangster family supposedly set up a blood bank in their kitchen
using freezer bags to hold the blood. Seriously? And the plot of today’s
episode involved a very junior trainee pharmacy technician being able to
regularly steal large amounts of prescription drugs. Again – seriously?
I then had a look at Facebook as I do. Someone had posted
to the Facebook page of the Gran Canaria hotel we went to last year slagging
the place off. Someone else had posted to one of the Lego groups I follow
trying to laugh at someone for spending money on a rather expensive Lego set.
Both had obviously started off thinking they were the voice of the majority;
both had been rather bluntly told to get knottted by the majority, and both had
promptly left the “discussions”. However despite their having left it (and
consequently being unable to see any further comments on their postings)
there were still no end of people queueing up to join in the petty bickering.
I set off to work… or tried to. The cars in front and
behind my car weren’t the ones that were there when I parked it on Sunday. The
one behind had left me about a foot or so of space; the one in front had left
perhaps six inches. There certainly wasn’t room to walk between the cars.
After a little to-ing and fro-ing I got out.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about how
there is to be a revolution in the treatment of type two diabetes in
the under forties following the revelation that people aged
under forty with type two diabetes seem to have really bad disease progression
pretty much immediately after diagnosis. This obviously gave rise to two
possibilities. Either people are not getting diagnosed soon enough, or the
current treatment is causing the disease progression. The expert being interviewed
didn’t want to answer these points…
There was also a lot of air-time spent on the head honcho
of football in Spain. The chap got rather excited when the Spanish team won the
women’s world (football) cup last week and kissed one of the players.
From what I can work out this was a spur-of-the-moment thing caused by the
excitement of the moment and could (and should) have been forgotten
about as soon as it happened. But a week later there’s consternation all around
the world about the matter. The poor chap seems to have only one ally worldwide
(on reflection I think I shall remain neutral!); his mother, who is
currently in some church somewhere having a hunger strike in his
defence.
Work was rather hard work today Even though there was cake,
I was rather glad to get home.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a very good
dinner which we washed down with a bottle of plonk whilst watching more episodes
of “Bake Off: The Professionals”. Sometimes I wonder if I shouldn’t have
walked out of the Harbour Restaurant’s kitchen in early September 1981 but
stayed on and studied cooking rather than blood testing… Could I have ended up
on “Bake Off: The Professionals”? Possibly…
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