Last night was one of the better night shifts, but I was
still glad to get out. I was also glad not to have to scrape ice from the car
in the car park.
As I drove home I listened to the pundits on the radio.
There was a lot of talk about this week’s assisted dying bill before
Parliament. There was an interview with two Labour MPs. One had been a surgeon
and felt that allowing people to say that enough was enough was long overdue.
Another claimed to have been some sort of health care professional but was
rather vague about the specifics. She was very keen that people shouldn’t have
the plug pulled just so that relatives can get the money that would otherwise
have been spend prolonging the suffering of the dying. And she got rather
aggressive when it was pointed out that she was something big in religious
circles and was only against assisted
dying because her religion said so.
I don’t understand why the righteous are against euthanasia
for the terminally ill. The whole raison d’etre of religion is that when you
croak you go to a better place, isn’t it?
In any event if I get to the stage where I need to spend a
thousand quid a week on being nursed, then that’s when I want my plug pulled.
The fruits of my loin have written instructions that they are not to prolong
the inevitable. To their credit they got rather emotional when I told them…
I got home and went to bed. Bailey and Morgan soon joined
me, and we all slept peacefully until mid-day.
I got up, made toast, and made some minor adjustments to
one of the Wherigos I wrote last week. Several people have done it without
issue, but one person who was unfamiliar with the app managed to find something
that arguably might cause an issue. It was nothing that making a zone invisible
yet still active couldn’t put right, but it still took twenty minutes.
And then I took the dogs out. In between doing my bit on
last night’s night shift I read some old blog entries from 2016. It would seem
that back then I would do far more before and after a night shift than I ever do
these days. More and more the day before and after a night shift are pretty
much wasted days. So we went to the woods.
Bearing in mind I was a tad tired and didn’t want to be out
for long I thought we’d go to Orlestone. It is half the journey time of Kings
Wood, and being smaller than Kings Wood makes for a shorter walk. But I made
one schoolboy error.
We went there last week hoping the mud would still have
been frozen. It wasn’t, and today was about fifteen degrees warmer. Oh, we all
got filthy.
As we walked we met some normal people in the depths of the
wood. They had a greyhound-type dog on a lead. We exchanged pleasantries and as
I turned to walk off I realized I only had two dogs. I commented that I was
missing one and whistled. Morgan emerged from a thicket about twenty yards
away, trotted past their dog and followed after me, Treacle and Bailey. As we
walked off I heard the normal chap saying to the normal woman “wouldn’t that
be lovely”.
I get very smug when the dogs come when called…
We came home where we had a bath, and I sparked up my
lap-top and peered into the Internet. It was still there. Rather than wasting
too much time in there I had a look at the monthly accounts. I’m nowhere near
as badly off as some, but there’s no denying I would like to have a *lot*
more money. I don’t need it; I just want it.
And my credit score
has dropped by eleven points. What’s that all about?
While I was at it I emptied out the Dog Club money pot.
Every two weeks I count up what is in that pot, pocket the money and transfer
that amount from my bank to the Repton people’s account. Today I found a
foreign coin in amongst the takings. My first reaction was “Pah!”… but
then I had a look on-line. There’s an identical coin on eBay up for over a hundred quid. Whether it
will fetch a hundred quid remains to be seen, but I remain hopeful. Whilst it
clearly isn’t my money (it’s the Dog Club’s) it will pay the insurance
bill in March.
“er indoors TM” sorted out some scoff
and went bowling. I settled in front of the telly. I really should do the
ironing, but it will keep. I’m feeling a bit tired and sleeping through no end of
drivel on the telly will see me right…
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