Last night’s shift wasn’t especially busy… but
I’ll make the observation that I can remember one day in 1984 when my workload
included six coagulation investigations. My boss at the time thought this to be
ridiculously excessive and sent a memo to everyone with the authority to
request these tests. He explained that six in one day was far too many, and
would doctors please only request those coagulation investigations that were
strictly clinically necessary.
Last night I did forty.
As I drove home this
morning I listened to the news on the radio as I do. There was a lot of talk
about the general election. One hasn’t been called yet but (by law)
there has to be one this year. Mind you, as I ranted yesterday, “the law”
only works all the time people follow it. What would happen if the Prime
Minister didn’t call a general election? After all, Donald Trump only went
wrong when he lost an election and tried to stage a coup. Had he just stayed in
office and not called an election…?
Back in the day I was
something of a loonie leftie. These days I’m not so sure. But I predict that
the main player in this year’s general election will be the Reform UK party.
Most people haven’t heard of them so far. Basically they are an extreme right-wing
bunch whose main policy is to send them all back on the next banana boat, and
have taken over where UKIP and the Brexit party left off. Having announced they
intend to contest every constituency in the next general election they will
split the Conservative vote and Labour will get into power not because they
won, but because the Conservatives lost.
Democracy, eh?
And there was a lot of
consternation being expressed about the plight pf poor Luke Littler. Having won
two hundred thousand pounds by coming second in the World Darts Championship
he’s got to pay eighty-three thousand quid in income tax.
Darts fans are up in
arms.
I can’t see why. This
is how professional darts players operate. They compete for a cash prize in the
same way that I stroll up to a hospital and do blood tests. I have to pay
income tax; why shouldn’t a darts player, no matter how old they are?
It amazes me that all
the darts fans are up in arms about his having to pay tax. No one has voiced
the rather controversial opinion that two hundred thousand quid for coming
second is about six times the average annual income for someone working in
the UK.
I got home, had a shave
and went to bed for the morning. I woke after two hours. I could have gone back
to sleep, but I got up. If I’d spent the entire day asleep I wouldn’t have
slept tonight.
I made myself a rather
late brekkie, and then spent nearly three hours catching up on the ironing. What
with Christmas I’d let it slip. As I ironed I watched something on Netflix
about the Great
Train Robbery. It was rather good. And after that I watched two hours of Ancient Aliens on the
history channel. Have you ever watched Ancient Aliens? It is so laughable that
it is brilliant. The show takes pretty much everything and anything and makes
the assertion that whatever it is talking about this week *might* be the
work of aliens when clearly anyone but the most feeble-minded simpleton can see
that it is not.
“er indoors TM” got us dinner from the
KFC, and I then spent the evening trying to stay awake.
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