I had something of a restless night. I have those when
I have an alarm set.
I made toast and watched an episode of “Everyone
Else Burns” then sparked up the lap-top. A friend of forty-odd years was
posting photos from Sydney harbour where it was raining. For some reason it
struck me as odd that it would rain in Australia. Presumably it rains in
Australia? It rains in other parts of the world.
And I saw that I’d received a “Top Fan Badge”
of Facebook’s wire-haired dachshund page… which isn’t a page that I follow. What
was that all about?
I did a YouGov survey, Munzed, set the dishwasher
going and (taking care to let sleeping dogs lie) got ready for work.
As I drove up the motorway’s fast lane (as the
other two lanes were filled with slow-moving lorries) the pundits on the
radio were talking about the UK’s response to what (at the risk of appearing
cynical) I can only describe as the latest war in the Middle East. The UK
has sent out some fighter jets and will send a warship next week. I’m still
rather vague about why the Americans and Israelis started the fight in the
first place, and I can’t help but question the wisdom of getting involved in
someone else’s squabbles.
Is that wrong of me?
Pausing only briefly at Sainsburys for a sandwich I
was soon at work. I got there early and had a cuppa before I started. I also
Wordled; starting with “wanky” if only to see if it would be accepted as
a word. It was. It’s in
the dictionary. One lives and learns.
And with my cuppa downed I cracked on with work. I
wasn’t originally supposed to be in today, but the boss had messaged yesterday
and said that they would be short-handed today. Could I step into the breach?
Bearing in mind the contempt which the management where I used to work showed
me, I quite like being asked to help.
At tea break I had an email. The nice lady at Forestry
England had given permission for my planned geo-meet in Kings Wood. She says we
can have a maximum of twenty-five people. I’d be surprised if we scared up a
dozen. I’ve forwarded her letter to the geo-feds; hopefully they will accept
the letter. If not I’ve still got some time before I give up on the idea. In
any case I’ve still got a few weeks before the website will allow me to create
the web page for the event.
I came home. The Amazon man had been with the anti-rat
stuff. They are little pouches that smell really strongly of antiseptic *Really*
strongly. I’ve put one in place. I’ll give till Saturday and if it hasn’t
rained by then I’ll have a slosh round with some bleach and try another pouch.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a very good bit of scoff which we devoured whilst watching the latest
episode of “Star Trek; Starfleet Academy”. I won’t say that it was crap,
but the secret of good sci-fi (or any fiction really) is believable characters…
We’re at the ninth episode and I’m not
really warming to any of them…
I want to like the show (after all I’m a Trekkie)
but it’s not easy…
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