I
peered into the Internet as I scoffed toast this morning; I wasn’t in a “telly”
mood. There was a posting about a rather dire TV show from the 70s on one of
the Facebook groups I follow, and a rather vicious load of posts about the late Arthur Mullard. It would seem that
like so many of that era he had been a wrong ‘un as well. Was there anyone
famous back then who wasn’t actually a nasty piece of work behind the scenes?
And
several friends were posting election propaganda… not so much about who we
might be best voting for, but about who we should be voting against. I’m
mentioned before that the upcoming election isn’t about choosing the best
candidate as choosing the least worst. Which is something of a shame.
Leaving
everyone fast asleep I set off to work. As I drove up a busy motorway there was loads of talk on the
radio about Conservative party candidates and the Prime Minister’s personal
security guard all being suspended following allegations of betting on the date of next
week’s general election.
On
the one hand it is insider trading, on the other hand… is what these people
have done illegal? It’s a tad cheeky, but at the risk of appearing to be
something of a neo-puritan, can anyone who is into gambling claim the moral
high ground?
As
the day wore on I got a message. “Darcie Waa Waa TM” had
destroyed my Lego pirate ship. Oh well – it is made of Lego – unless she took a
hammer to it, any damage is easily repaired.
She
and her mother are staying with us for a bit so as to be helpful after
tomorrow’s trauma. I spent much of my time at work today fretting about
tomorrow’s nose job.
Today
was rather hard work; yesterday I mentioned that I thought I’d caught the sun.
I don’t think I was on top form today. I was glad when it was home time.
I
drove home through a very hot afternoon. After yesterday’s relative success at
Orlestone I had thought about taking the dogs there after work, but with the
temperature less than one degree below thirty I thought better of it.
As
I watered the shrubs I found a dead slow worm. He looked rather mangled – had I
twatted him when I was strimming the lawn edges yesterday? I hope not. Google
says I can make a little slow worm reservation from Onduline which I can get from Wickes. That will be a little
project for the next week or so.
“Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” boiled up burritos for dinner. I’ve eaten too
many.
An
early night – I’ve got to be at the Kent and Canterbury hospital tomorrow at
seven o’clock…
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