I slept rather well, but still woke over an
hour earlier than I might have done. I made toast and watched the second
episode of “The Couple Next Door” in which her who used to be Demelza in
Poldark intimated that she was up for a portion of jiggery-porkery from the
neighbours, and in which Hugh Dennis nearly got a punch up the bracket.
I then had a look at
Facebook… Last night we made a point of watching the final of “Bake Off”
only a few minutes after it was broadcast. I was glad we did; this morning
spoilers abounded.
I walked two streets
away to where I’d parked the car last night, and spent a few minutes scraping
the ice off of it, then set off to work. As I drove the pundits on the radio
were talking about how the Prime Minister of Australia has apologized to
survivors
of the thalidomide scandal and their families. I’m not in any way detracting
from the horrific birth defects that happened, but the thalidomide scandal was
sixty years ago, and the Australian Prime Minister is sixty years old. How can he possibly
give a credible apology for something that happened when he was in nappies?
There was an interview
with one of the keepers at Edinburgh Zoo where the giant pandas were being made
ready to go home to China. There was talk about
how the arrangement for their being in Edinburgh was a ten-year loan from the Chinese
government. There was also talk that the zoo was paying three quarters of a
million quid
to the Chinese government each year to have the pandas. I wonder which is
right?
And there was the
seemingly obligatory interview with someone from Gaza. I have no idea on which
side the person being interviewed was on. It might sound heartless, but
everyone from Gaza being interviewed says the same thing. They all have an axe
to grind and no one will be content until the other side is totally
obliterated.
I got to work where we
had the inspectors in. I smiled sweety at them, and then did my utmost to avoid
them. For the most part I succeeded.
As I worked I had a
message from the roofer. Having been all set to crack on today he’d been delayed,
his fan belt had gone. I’m not sure where it went, but fan belts do that. As
she took the dogs for their constitutional, “er indoors TM”
took a photo of our roof. There’s no denying that after twenty years it
probably needed some maintenance; I’m glad it wasn’t me who had to go up there.
Having watched the
final of “Bake Off” yesterday we watched the final of “Taskmaster”
this evening. It was rather good.
Today was dull… and I’m not feeling well either…
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