I got up earlier than I might have done and watched
another episode of “The Man in the High Castle” before sparking up my
lap-top and having a look at the Internet as I do every morning. It was still
there, and much the same as ever…
Someone I know was bemoaning their lot on Facebook…
following a messy divorce the fellow has lost his house and half his pension to
his ex-wife… but still gets to keep his two holiday homes and two flashy cars.
From what I can work out from Google that’s an estimated value in the millions…
I sometimes (all the time) whinge about being a pauper, but I have far
more than some. The trouble with money is that everyone is inherently greedy;
you can never have enough money, can you?
Google asked me to review the Duke of Cumberland.
Again. Since we called in there last Saturday Google has asked me to review the
place every day. I reviewed it last Sunday, but still I keep getting asked.
I Munzed. Our Clan has reached the last of our monthly
targets.
I tiptoed through the rubbish the bin men had strewn
up the road as I made my way to my car. Just recently the bin men have been
rather better; sadly today there was something of a reversion to their previous
"couldn't give a sh*t" attitude.
I set off up the motorway to work . As I
drove the pundits on the radio were talking about how the Assisted Dying Bill
has now failed
to become law. Not because of any legal or moral reasons, but
purely because there's no more time to talk about it. Only so much
parliamentary time has been allocated to the matter (or any matter come to
that), and if those opposed to any particular bill just keep waffling on
then the thing automatically fails for lack of time, It's called "filibustering" and has been
going on for years.
I went to work via Aylesford's Sainsburys. I
parked my car, and immediately the chap in the van next to me started blasting
on his hooter claiming I should park away from his van. As is always the
way in life, it wasn't so much what he said as how he said it. Once I'd parked
elsewhere the chap jumped from his van in a rather sprightly way...
If he truly needs space to get in and out of his van
then he needs to use the disabled bays which were not ten yards from where he
was parked.
If he was not in any way disabled, then maybe he needs
to reconsider how he acts when in a van bearing his company’s logo and details.
Perhaps his company's HR department will discuss it with him?
I got in to work. I wasn't supposed to be in today,
but I'd been asked to help with the new IT system. I must admit I wasn't
keen on the idea, but the overtime is nice. I spent the morning reviewing
the written instructions that staff will be using, but there was a minor issue
when I rather confused the people in the blood bank when their label printer
started printing out HLAB27 blood test results for Kermit The Frog (can’t
imagine how that happened but it’s a good name for a dummy patient, isn’t it!)
I came home at mid-day and took the dogs to the woods.
The woods were again incredibly busy, and chatting with all of the
bluebell-watchers it would seem that most of them were having their annual
pilgrimage to Kings Wood to see the bluebells. I explained to several that we
are up there a few times each week; no one seemed to think that you would ever
go to Kings Wood more than once a year.
Most everyone was within a hundred yards of the car
park, but as we came back to the car after our walk we found a young couple
who’d ventured half a mile into the wood… and got lost. They intimated that I
might rescue them… I pointed at Morgan and said that I was following the
dachshund as he seemed to know where he was going. They both accepted that
without question and started following him too.
We came home where I made us both a cuppa, and I spent
a few minutes cartoon-ising the photos I’d taken in the woods. I then spent an
hour marking more trainee’s work… I’d expected to spend the entire day doing
overtime today so I didn’t mind an extra hour after our walk.
I stood up and was watched by the dogs who quivered in
excitement until I said that I was going to “FEED THE FISH” when they
flew up the garden.
With fish fed the dogs went back to sleep and I had a
look at the monthly accounts. They could be better… ideally I’d have a bank
balance in the millions, but they could be a whole lot worse…
We had pizza, we watched yesterday’s episode of “Race
Across the World” in which the contestants went from Turkey to Georgia. And
another episode of “The Orville” .
I’ve got another early start tomorrow...
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