I slept for six hours until the pain in my shoulder
got too much. I got up and fiddled about until the pain eased off when I went
back to bed for another couple of hours.
There was a minor episode over brekkie – the margarine
looked as though something had blown up in it. “er indoors TM” said
it wasn’t her (it was!), and as I scoffed toast so she staged an
impromptu dog ear cleaning session. The dogs weren’t happy about having their
lugs scrubbed, and sulked as I peered into the Internet. It was much the same
as ever. Petty bickering and open displays of ignorance abounded. I really
shouldn’t look at it every morning, but if nothing else it reminds me of just
how stupid some people are. For example, do people *seriously* expect
change out of a hundred quid when calling out an emergency plumber at midnight?
I Munzed, and Wordled from “minor” to “strip”
in four goes whilst “er indoors TM”
tried to get Bailey to eat her brekkie. She’s a fussy little dog, and things
aren’t helped by Treacle trying to bully her off of every bit of food she’s
given.
And then we went to the woods.
As we drove the pundits on the radio were a bit
twitching about the Russian embassy in London’s announcement that “UK 'will
pay' for supplying drones to Ukraine”. I can’t see how anyone can be
surprised about that. If a country has no weapons to fight a war, giving them
weapons is pretty much the same as fighting the war for them. Isn’t it?
Not having as much time as I’d like we went to
Orlestone today. We can go there, walk round and be home all in an hour. Kings
Wood takes about two and a half hours. We got to the woods to find only one
other car in the car park. Apart from chasing a couple of squirrels the walk
was rather uneventful. We saw no-one else, no one rolled in nothing. All rather
tranquil for once.
We came home. I made us both a cuppa and had a go on
the blood transfusion simulator. I got the exercise wrong in that you have to
remember how the simulator works, and not how blood transfusions work. A subtle
difference…
I then went onto the haemostasis on-lie academy and
did one of the little courses on there. I passed that one.
I then phoned the local hospital. When I saw the ENT chap in April he said he would
arrange some hearing tests to sort out this ongoing tinnitus. Four months have
passed… I phoned three different numbers and just went round in circles. After
half an hour I gave up and emailed a formal complaint. In the past I’ve only
ever got anywhere by making formal complaints. The ENT chap is really good… *if*
you can get an appointment to see him.
And then it was time to go to work. I drove up the
motorway. The motorway. Not the dual carriageway it has been for weeks.
The "Operation Brock" stupidity has been cancelled (and the
motorway re-opened) earlier than planned. Bearing in mind that this has
been done a couple of weeks before the busy bank holiday, you really have to
ask why the thing was activated in the first place, don't you?
The trouble with "Operation Brock" is
that it is brought into play (and shut down) by the Kent Resilience Forum.
The official
position of the Kent Resilience Forum is that "it is an
operationally independent multi-agency partnership functioning under the Civil
Contingencies Act 2004, where individual member organizations remain
accountable to their own governing bodies, chief officers, and respective
central government department". Which means that it wasn't really
thought out in the first place, and now it exists, it effectively answers to no
one. Nice work if you can get it.
I got some petrol. Today it was six pence per litre
cheaper than Ashford. And then went into Sainsburys to get a sandwich. Oh, my
piss boiled. Why can't people see that there's dozens of other people in the
shop with them? So many of them were just blundering about; totally oblivious
of their surroundings and with no care or consideration for anyone else.
I got my sandwich and went to work. It wasn't a bad
late shift really.
As I did my bit I got a text message. there were
reports of a gang of teenagers in Viccie Park, armed with catapults. No one
seemed to know what (if anything) they were catapulting at, but the
police had been informed. I really can't help but think that a judicious slap
and having the brat watch its catapult being destroyed would go a long way to
curing the problem. If indeed there is one.
It was dark as I came home... I suppose it should be
really. The longest day was two months ago.
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