In a novel break with tradition I had a rather good
kip last night. When I went up last night I took Morgan with me, and after he’d
spent fifteen minutes running laps of the bed (under the duvet at top speed)
he settled and went to sleep. I’d rather he charged about before I go to sleep
rather than waking me up later.
I might try taking him
up early again.
Over brekkie I started
watching something new on Netflix. “White Gold” is a comedy set in
1983 following some Essex-based double glazing salesmen. So far it is quite
entertaining.
I then had a look at
Facebook, and saw something that made me think. An old friend of mine (from
childhood days) was posting yet more photos from yet another exotic holiday
destination. Someone had commented asking how he is always on holiday and never
working. He pointed out that in his line of work he can work remotely, and that
when you tot up the cost of renting a house in the UK and having a car and
getting shopping and washing your socks, it is actually cheaper to go from one
holiday hotel to another than to have a UK home.
Is it?
I don’t know, but it
makes you think, doesn’t it?
I opened today’s window
on the Advent Calendar, sent out some birthday wishes, then set off to work. I
had a quick voom round Ashford Munzing then set off up the motorway.
As I drove the pundits
on the radio were talking about the “infected blood scandal of the 1970s and 1980s”. This whole subject
boils my piss. The simple fact of the matter is that some people (quite a
few!) did contract HIV from blood products imported from America. But the
reason that blood came from America was that there weren’t enough UK based
donors.
And as for “1970s
and 1980s”… the first case of HIV in the UK was reported in 1981.
The implication is that
health care professionals were negligent in not knowing the first thing about
an unknown disease. It wasn’t that long ago that the public were on the
doorstep clapping the NHS like things possessed. Now the knives are coming out…
But this is a rant I’ve
done many times before, isn’t it?
While I’m ranting, I’ll
have a little whinge about the UK’s immigration policy which was outlined on
the radio today. Deliberate government policy is making it more and more difficult for immigrant workers
to come to the UK; specifically those willing to do the jobs that Brits
demonstrably won’t.
On the other hand those
wanting to be fed and housed at the tax-payers’ expense are being welcomed with open arms.
Funny old world…
I got to work and did
my bit. We had posh shortbread at tea time. And with my bit done I headed home.
I came home to a message from the roofer. He’s hoping to get the roof finished
tomorrow.
With the roof (nearly)
done, I wonder what needs doing next? The house is old… does it need rewiring?
That would be a messy job.
“er indoors TM” boiled up some
sausages for dinner which we devoured whilst watching the Christmas Lego
Masters USA celebrity special. It was rather good, but I have no idea who the
UK celebrities are in TV shows, let alone the American ones.
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