As I do on the morning after most vaccinations, I woke
feeling vaguely cheated. So many people claim to have such terrible
after-effects from injections. I’m sure it’s all in the mind. I blame the
people giving the jab. If they were to say that this was a new vaccine and you
might just possibly come out in a bright red rash then quite a few people would
be reaching for the felt-tipped pens just to be sure they didn’t miss out. I
can remember our BCG vaccines at school.
We were told that our arms might be sore for a day or so and half our class
were supposedly in agony for a week. One lad in particular would go hysterical screaming
“mind my BCG!!!” if anyone came within two yards of him for the rest of
the year.
I made toast and scoffed it whilst peering into the
Internet. It was still there. Nothing much had changed really. People were
squabbling over trivia as people do. But I had a pang of guilt.
Many years ago (forty-nine) I took a friend along to
Boys Brigade. This chap’s father had died when he was very young, and he
latched onto every man who came into his life; obviously craving a father
figure. Through me, my old mate met the Boys Brigade leader who was a religious
nut. And because of that my old mate became a religious nut himself. He’s now
the pastor of a big Baptist church in the west country and his church regularly
posts up videos of him preaching. One of his videos was on Facebook this
morning.
In these videos he spouts stark staring nonsense and has a
bible quote for absolutely every single thing that happens. Going to McDonalds,
having a pee, watching “Bake Off”, taking the dogs out… he has a verse
for everything. All of which seems perfectly sensible to him and all of which are
clearly ridiculous and don’t stand up to any reasoned thought whatsoever.
Sometimes when watching his videos I fear for his sanity…and it’s all my fault
that he got religion.
I Munzed, then got ready for the day. I put washing in to
scrub then took the dogs up to Kings Wood. I had “did not find” logs on
two of my geocaches. One was there, one wasn’t. I replaced the missing one. As
we walked we met other dog walkers; every meeting passed off without incident.
It usually does when there is no one to see the dogs behaving themselves.
We came home. I had a cuppa then cracked on with the
current pond project. I (sort of) levelled up the area at the top of the
pond which I had dug out over the weekend, lined the sleeper at the top of the
pond, got weed-proof membranes in place and put the sleepers for the bog filter
roughly in place. Thirty seconds to type; over three hours to do. As I worked I
spirit-levelled every bit individually, but with it all (sort of)
together it looked more pissed than a pissed thing. Oh well… if all goes to
plan it will all be hidden by rocks and plants anyway.
The plan is that tomorrow I shall attach all the bits of
wood together. I wonder if I will.
I came in, had a cuppa and realized I could hardly move. I
had a look at my bank account, did some CPD, and suddenly
remembered that I’d put some washing on the line earlier. I got that lot in,
then slobbed about on the telly sleeping through some utter twaddle on the “Blaze”
channel about how the Americans stole atom bombs form aliens during the second
world war.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a
rather good dinner which we scoffed whilst watching more “Lego Masters:
Australia” as a thunderstorm started. It was as well we’ve no end of stuff
recorded on the Sky-Q box as the rain was so heavy it poggered the TV satellite
signal.
Let’s hope it comes back.
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