As is so often the way when I have alarm set I woke full of
energy and raring to go at quarter past one, and then dozed on and off for the
rest of the night.
Over brekkie I watched another episode of “Catastrophe” in which
our heroes did the dirty deed without removing their undercrackers, then had a
little look at the internet which this morning was on the dull side. There was
a half-hearted attempt at an argument on one of the pond-related Facebook pages
in which one load of people were bemoaning how that page was one big argument,
and the other half were saying that some people can’t take constructive
criticism. Both were probably right. It is sad that so many people don’t
understand how the written word is interpreted in a very different way to the
spoken word.
I set off to work via the furthest part of South Ashford
where I munzed some evos and flat friends as one does. I even deployed a carrot
onto a bus stop. I've mentioned before there's never a dull moment in the
Munzee world.
As I headed up the motorway the pundits on the radio were
talking about the televised squabble between the Prime Minister and the Leader
of the Opposition that happened last Tuesday evening. The Prime Minister had
claimed the Labour party's policies would cost everyone two thousand quid if
they got elected. He'd also claimed that
he had figures from the Treasury to back him up. Now it seems that senior civil
servants at the Treasury are having none of it,
but still he maintains his figures are correct. I suppose he has to really,
doesn't he? He can't really admit to having made them up, can he? But having
said that black is white you'd think there would be some independent body who
would investigate these claims, wouldn't you? It turns out there is, and
they've declared that the PM had been rather economical with the truth.
I can't help but think that now we've got an official body
checking what politicians say, we need someone to hoof them up the arse when
they are demonstrably caught out in their own lies.
Mind you the same Prime Minister left the D-Day
commemoration events in France yesterday earlier than he might
so's he could go vote-grubbing whilst everyone else stayed on. "Everyone
else" included the Leader of the Opposition. This little episode more
than anything else may well be the deciding point for the upcoming election.
And the woman on whom the Netflix "Baby Reindeer"
drama was based is suing Netflix for over a hundred million quid
as she says the show falsely depicted her as a convicted criminal who spent
time in prison for stalking. Personally I can't say I blame her. If I had a
shot at over a hundred million quid I'd do the same.
I got to work. After a few minutes I thought I might get
the once-over for my paw. My finger was still playing up after I'd poggered it
yesterday so I wandered round to the A&E department where I showed it to
the nice nurse. She gave it a prod, announced it was rather swollen, sent me
for an X-ray, and told me to come back at eleven o'clock. I went for an X-ray
and was back at work within twenty minutes.
At five to eleven I went back to the A&E department
where the nice nurse had my X-rays up on the screen. There was some arthritis
in my finger (you can see that by looking at it), but nothing was
broken. I was told to rest it and take it easy, and I was back at work within
twenty more minutes.
Compare that to the debacle I had with my local hospital
yesterday when I was on to their complaints people three times and still
haven't spoken to anyone, let alone been seen.
I suppose that's the difference between the number two
hospital in the county and the one hundred and fifth...
With work worked I came home. “er indoors TM”
boiled up sausages and chips. As we scoffed it we watched the first episode of
the third season of “Race across the World” in which the contestants
were charging about Vancouver and Vancouver Island. It brought back some
memories; I’ve been there.
Meanwhile
“Darcie Waa Waa TM” has taught Pogo to kiss her on command.
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