I would have slept better last night if not for the
torrential rain. But once it finally stopped I nodded off shortly after two
o'clock.
As I watched "Peep Show" this morning I
remembered something I spotted on the Internet yesterday. Apparently there was
a reunion of the cast last
week... a reunion at which most of the
cast didn't show up.
With telly watched I got ready for work and set off. I took
a circuitous route round Ashford capping POIs (it's a Munzee thing)
before going to Sainsburys for petrol. With the Sainsbury's filling station
near work closed for rebuilding I'm going to the Sainsbury's filling station in
Ashford. I can carry on building up the Nectar points, and in all honesty it is
rather amusing watching the attitude of the old bat behind the till. Some
people really shouldn't work in retail.
Unlike the last couple of days the motorway wasn't blocked
up with juggernauts slowly and dangerously overtaking each other. As I drove
there was an interview with one of the head honchos of the British Dental
Association who was being rather scathing about the government's plans to
cajole dentists to move to the poorer parts of the country where dental
services are lacking. The problem is that the NHS pays dentists for "units of dental
activity", and there's quite a bit of disagreement
about what should constitute a "unit of dental activity".
Apparently dentists get paid the same amount for an NHS patient who only needs
one filling as they get paid for an NHS patient who needs an entire gob
transplant. Consequently there's little money to be made by dentists operating
in the poorer parts of the country where the punters don't look after their
teeth and are more likely to need entire gob transplants. Dentists would rather
work in more well to do areas where the NHS patients brush their teeth and so
require less effort on the dentist's part for the same money, or where the
punters can pay for private dental care (like I do).
There was then an interview with Sir Ed Davey, the leader
of the Dribbling Democraps, who was the
minister responsible for the Post Office during the time of the Horizon computer system scandal.
To be fair to the bloke, he claimed that when post office
workers told him their concerns he went to the officials responsible for the
computer system. With hindsight it is now apparent that these officials lied.
But at the time they said that all was well with the computer system. Who was
Sir Ed supposed to believe? IT experts or people blaming the IT system? He was
getting quite a load of stick on the radio this morning. On the one hand as the
minister he was responsible for the failings of the IT system. On the other
hand he cannot possibly be responsible for the functioning of the IT system;
that's why the government employed the experts. Implicit in an expert being
employed is the assumption that they won't tell lies.
I got to work and did my bit. At tea break I had my usual
root around the internet; albeit a little later than usual. There was
consternation on one of the "Dad's Army" related Facebook
pages. Apparently you aren't allowed to mention Hitler over there. Bearing in
mind when that show was set and who they were fighting against, I would have
thought that was a name which would have come up with some regularity, but apparently
not. Apparently the mention of the name sets off Facebook's automated censoring
software and gets anyone mentioning it banned for a week.
And I saw some friends were moving house today. Going from
Brighton down to somewhere in Somerset. I've seen precious little of Dave and
Tracie over the last few years; I wonder when we will next meet up? This is the
trouble with living where I do - everyone else is so far away.
This morning the motorway wasn't blocked up with
juggernauts slowly and dangerously overtaking each other. As I drove home this
evening it was.
I got home and spent a little while fiddling with the
leccie to the shed. Somehow in the overnight storm it had all got unplugged and
blown a fuse. It is sorted now, which is a minor result. I then spent a little
while revamping the county geo-meet for March. I’d volunteered to organize it
and had hoped for a picnic in Kings Wood following a litter gathering session.
But the rules state that we would need the landowner’s permission, and (sadly)
Forestry England have been less than co-operative over these last few weeks and
months. It really was as though they didn’t want an army of volunteers clearing
away litter.
Organizing another venue took five minutes. We’re going to
the pub.
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