I had a good night’s sleep which was something of a
result. I made toast and sent out birthday wishes to one of two Facebook
friends having a birthday today. The other was a chap with whom I used to work
who died five years ago. This morning social media was rather dull. No one was
really arguing. There were a lot of rants about the traffic in Ashford though.
The obvious answer is to formally contact the local county councillor and the
local MP and ask them to identify the manager of the individuals responsible
for the traffic balls-up and have them dismiss the incompetent, but people
would rather rant on social media than talk with anyone who might be able to
prevent a reoccurrence. There was also a lot of shouting about American
politics. Again it probably needs shouting about, but in the right quarters.
I munzed, wordled, and went to wake “er
indoors TM” and the dogs who had overslept. Once they were
all up and about and had scoffed their brekkie I took the dogs out. We went to
Orlestone again as it is easier when I’m pressed for time. Mind you there’s two
issues with Orlestone Woods. Yesterday I mentioned the first problem; the mud. The
second problem is the dogs’ behaviour. There’s something about Orlestone Woods
which makes them willful. Not naughty, or seriously disobedient. But wilful. If
they find something foul in a hedge they simply won’t come when called. If they
chase a bird or a squirrel, they won’t come back. They vanished for a full five
minutes this morning. Their behavior is far better in Kings Wood.
As we drove home the pundits on the radio were talking
about a
school in Lincolnshire where the head teacher
has had all the mirrors removed. Apparently mirrors encourage the kids to spend
too long in the toilets and make them late for lessons. But what boiled my piss
was the announcement by some psychologist who said that although schools
have a right to institute rules, children should be part of decisions. And that
is where society has gone wrong. Children should shut their rattle, do as they
are told, and fear the consequences. And then maybe decent people wouldn’t be
scared to walk the streets.
Pausing only briefly for a quick cuppa I set off to
work and in a moment of absent-mindedness I drove straight past the co-op. I
kept going - there was (and is) another a mile further along the road.
Or so I thought. The shop I went to had the same co-op name and what looked
like the same signs. But they wouldn't accept my co-op card. It turns out
there's two shops in Ashford operating under the name of "co-op"
but far from being co-operative, they are actually in competition.
As I drove up the motorway I spent far more time in
the fast lane than I would have liked. What with caravans being towed and
mobile homes and speedboats being transported there was a lot needing space
today.
Unlike yesterday the tyre pressure warning didn't kick
off. I'm hoping yesterday's pumping did the trick. Having said that, something
is periodically rattling underneath the car.
I got to work and did my thing. Another late shift,
and not a bad one either right up until going home time. And then there was one
of those things that make hospital work so interesting (!) and I was an
hour and a half late getting out.
It would happen when I’ve got an early start in the
morning.
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