I fell asleep on the sofa yesterday evening which is
always a bad thing. When I went to my pit I lay awake for over an hour, and
when I finally did nod off I didn’t sleep for long. I eventually awoke in a
cold sweat following a nightmare in which a friend I’ve not seen for years was
accused of having done some petty crime fifty years ago and it was up to me to
persuade Doctor Who to take me back to the late seventies to get evidence to
prove his innocence.
I got up, made toast and watched an episode of “Harlots”
in which the rich and powerful got richer and powerful-er whilst continuing to
piss on the paupers who got more pauper-ish. As Oliver Hardy once remarked, “twas
ever thus”.
I sparked up my lap-top and had a look at the
internet. Very little (i.e.nothing) had happened overnight, so I Munzed,
and got ready for work.
I didn’t want to go to work this morning. I would
rather have done Dog Club but I’ve got quite a lot of weekend shifts at the
moment and swapping had proved too tricky. The only consolation was that I
wasn’t missing Steve on the radio; the local radio station has had a little
hiatus because of a power outage which poggered the transmitter (so I am
reliably informed).
I drove to work listening to Radio Four. This morning
the pundits on there were talking about ex-Prime Minister Gordon Brown who is
seemingly tiddling his knickers in terror over the entire Peter Mandelson - Jeffrey Epstein scandal.
About twenty years ago Gordon Brown appointed Peter Mandelson to some
government post or other, and he now regrets it. And he is taking a lot of
trouble to make it clear that he regrets it; even though at the time all the
evidence was that Peter Mandelson was the best man for the job, and there was
no hint of any impropriety at all.
It looks likely that the current Prime Minister is
going to be out on his arse for much the same reason.
How on Earth can we run a country terrified that
decisions made in good faith will be held against us twenty years later when
something we didn't know comes to light?
I got to work earlier than I needed to, and treated
myself to an almond croissant from the works M&S. Have you ever been to the
food hall at M&S? In years gone by it was *the* place
to go for a special treat. These days they seem to be relying on their
reputation rather than living up to it. Their meal deals are over a pound more
than those in Sainsburys and are rather basic. I spent a tenner on one of their
meals when “er
indoors TM” was out gallivanting a
while back; jam on toast would have been better. This morning I paid
double what the local corner shop charges for an almond croissant, and what I
got was far inferior to that which I could have got from that local corner
shop.
I went into work and did my thing. I try not to dwell
on what goes on at work... ten years ago when working "somewhere else"
I got a formal written disciplinary warning for saying that night shifts made
me tired. But I will repeat what our works' chief executive said in his daily
update which I read this morning: the day before yesterday we had over four
hundred patients turn up at the A&E department. That's about one patient
every three and a half minutes, all day and night.
I came home and spent much of the afternoon dozing
underneath a pile of dogs.
Karl and Tracey came round for the evening and we had
a rather good evening playing all sorts of games on the Infinity Table. We had
a particularly good evening,,, even if the evening did get rather more vague as
it wore on,,,
Must do it again…
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