Last night I had a brilliant idea for getting a decent night’s
sleep. Sadly it went the way of most of my brilliant ideas. I went to bed,
slept like a log and woke busting for a tiddle at one o’clock. I came
downstairs for that tiddle. “er indoors TM” and the
dogs were still up doing a jigsaw puzzle (“er indoors TM” was
jigsaw-ing, not the dogs). The dogs then charged upstairs and I charged
after them in a race to secure bed space. I got some, and after a succession of
vivid dreams in which I’d been drafted to be the Scout Association’s ambassador
to the Open University (it was rather scary!) I woke at half past five
with something of a backache.
I made toast and watched the last episode of “Harry
Enfield and Chums”. With that watched I now need to find something else to
amuse me in the mornings. Watching telly isn’t as easy as you might think. Back
in the day with only three channels you just switched the thing on and stared
at it. Nowadays with a thousand channels, catch-up TV, recordings and endless
streaming services I am totally spoiled for choice, and have such trouble
making my mind up.
With nothing much happening on Facebook (for once)
and no emails of note I had a quick look at my Munzee app. Overnight our clan
had completed the third of our monthly challenges, and all that remains for us
to hit our final target is for Fishgirl to fill a second Qrate. Go Fishgirl
!!!
(There’s never a dull moment in Munzee).
I set off to work; the bin men were conspicuous
by their absence this morning. I drove off... and did an immediate emergency
stop to avoid colliding with some idiot on a bike. He started to get lippy; I
told him in no uncertain terms that the moment he had a light on his bike and
he wasn't dressed all in black in the dark would be the moment he could say
anything at all. He cycled off muttering.
The guest editor on
this morning's radio news program was Andrew Malkinson who spent nineteen years
in prison for a crime
he didn't commit.
Unlike the guest
editors of the last couple of days, this chap put some rather interesting
content on the radio this morning including an interview with the chap who'd
been his tutor on the Open University degree he did whilst he'd been banged up.
Mr Malkinson made the observation that for all that "the system"
encouraged him to study, the individual guards in the prison made it quite
clear that they didn't like him studying and made it incredibly difficult for
him to do so. This made me think... Why
were Mr Malkinson's guards resentful of his getting to do a degree? He said
that doing a degree gave him something to do whilst locked in a cell for hours
at a time every day. If I was him I would be naming and shaming those who'd
been troublesome to him.
This was followed by a
rather interesting article in which Mr Malkinson said he felt no malice for his
accuser. The woman who'd accused him of rape had picked him out of an identity
parade. Bearing in mind she said she was looking for someone with a hairless
chest, no tattoos and a major scratch across his face (Mr Malkinson had
chest hair, prominent tattoos on his forearms and no scratches) and who was
three inches shorter than Mr Malkinson, I'd be suing her along with the police
and state.
Work was work. I spent
a little while with one of my more recently qualified colleagues looking for
the rather badly-named "Green
Crystals of Death"... Sadly these crystals were first identified
in extremely ill people, and the name has stuck to the dismay of pretty much
everyone in medical circles.
At tea break I started
another e-book, the latest from a favourite sci-fi author of mine. Peter
Cawdron specialises in creating plausible well-rounded characters and putting
them into "what-if" situations. For example, given that an
alien spaceship visited Earth, we all know that the Americans, Russians and
Chinese would be charging off up there trying to get ahead of each other... but
what would the aliens make of seeing three competing ships being launched to go
say "hello"?
If you are ever at a
loose end, download one of his e-books (especially anything from his "First
Contact" series). They are rather good.
With work done I came home (as most people do). “er indoors TM” boiled up a
rather good bit of dinner and as we scoffed it we watched more “Taskmaster:
New Zealand”. Only two more episodes of that left… and then we start the
second season. There’s four in total.
Oh – and today is the pups’ second birthday. Does
then mean they aren’t puppies any more? Apparently
so…
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