As I scoffed my toast I saw photos of a friend having
a beach holiday, and another friend travelling across the Canadian Rockies.
There were a few fun posts like that today. There were photos of cats, there
were photos of people geocaching… That’s what I want to see on my morning Facebook
feed as I am a very nosy person.
And then there was an advert on Facebook from Oxfam
reminding the word that the conflict in Gaza is still ongoing. I don’t want to
appear cynical, but the public’s attention span for any given war is rather
short, isn’t it? The media were all over the war in Ukraine until it all kicked
off (this time) in Gaza. And then that was headline news until President
Trump went and picked a fight with the Iranians. And that will be forgotten
about when the next one starts. Type “how many wars are going on right now”
into Google. It reckons there are over a hundred. People just want to argue,
don’t they? And as is always the case it is rarely those with the argument who
actually suffer.
And people were up in arms about the hospice near work
which is in financial difficulties. Here’s a
thought. Don’t buy their hospice lottery tickets. Don’t donate to them. Don’t
go in teir charity shop. If the public stops supporting them then the
government (of whatever party) would have to fund the place properly.
Look at the state some schools are in with them being dependent on charity
hand-outs to pay for text books.
I Munzed; our Guild has reached the last of our
monthly targets. And then I went and kicked “er indoors TM” and
the dogs out of bed. We drove to Orlestone for a shorter walk in the shade. We
got there and saw about a dozen cars in the car park, and as always there were
people sitting in the cars. Just sitting there. You’d think they’d get out and
go for a bit of a walk, wouldn’t you?
We walked our usual walk. We saw a dog running about
on his own about a quarter of the way round, but other than that we didn’t meet
anyone else until we were twenty yards from the car park. As we walked Morgan
tried to roll in some muck, but it was bone-dry muck. About two minutes from
the end of the walk Treacle jumped in a huge puddle. I wish she wouldn’t. The
trouble with that puddle is that we have a choice with our circular walk. It
can either end with going past that big puddle or we go past the puddle first
and end up with going up a steep hill.
It was good to get out; what with the ongoing heatwave
it has been four days since our last walk. When we left home the car’s
thermometer said it was nineteen degrees. We walked in the shade and I took
water for the dogs, but Treacle did seem to struggle a bit.
It was twenty-two degrees when we got back to the car.
We drove home listening to the pundits on the radio
talking about how the government is lowering VAT on tickets
to theme parks over the summer. At first sight this seemed like a
good thing, reducing the price of a ticket by about a tenner, but these theme
parks are already operating at capacity. You might get a cheaper ticket, but
you will have a longer wait. And (it was claimed) that there was no
guarantee that you would get a cheaper ticket. When VAT on e-books was scrapped
the price of e-books stayed the same; the publishers just pocketed the profit.
I made us both a cuppa, wrote up some
CPD, tidied up in the garden, and got ready for work. And
again when on the late shift the day was effectively over before noon.
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