Over brekkie I watched
the latest episode of "The
Last Man on Earth". It is a gentle-enough show; the sort
of thing which most people have probably missed. But it is worth
giving a go. "Furry Face TM"
snored through most of it, then when he thought I wasn't watching he
sneaked upstairs to sleep on my bed.
I then quickly checked my
emails to find that Amazon dot com was again suggesting I buy stuff
I'd already bought from them.
When I came home last
night I couldn't park anywhere near the house; this morning there was
a large space outside. So I fetched the car round and unloaded all
the luggage I'd collected from "Daddies Little Angel TM"
yesterday. It was with something of a sore back that I then drove off
to work.
As I drove I listened to
the radio.
A prominent policeman was
being interviewed about the findings broadcast on last night's
"Panorama"
program on the BBC. Journalists have found that the police are
far too eager to believe any and all allegations of child abuse and
that innocent people really have had their lives wrecked because of
these unsubstantiated allegations. It was claimed on this morning's
radio show that the police themselves have named various celebrities
and politicians who later turned out to be utterly innocent (but
by then the damage has been done)
I've been ranting about
this for years.
The policeman being
interviewed felt it important that all people when abused as a child
should feel able to go to the police about their terrible
experiences. Within reason I agree. But there must be some defence
for the innocent, and there must be a point at which these victims
must realise they have had forty years to say something and they have
left it too late.
There was also a lot of
fuss made about how in the next few months Britain is finally
stopping all foreign
aid to India. The pundits on the radio wheeled on someone from
"Save the Children" and my heart bled at the tales
of poverty and malnutrition she told.
Then the pundits pointed
out that India has more millionaires and billionaires than Britain,
and they then broadcast some radio footage from India's recent
successful mission to Mars. Perhaps India should get their own house
in order rather than expecting us to bail them out.
Despite its best efforts,
a Euro-Flooring lorry failed to run me off the road. For some reason
I got to Canterbury really early so I took the opportunity to got
some petrol and then went to work.
Eight hours later I then
had something of a busy evening.
First to Chartham to
deliver candles. Then to Oak Tree Road to swap baby clothes for
paint. Then round to see "My Boy TM".
Lacey was having problems with her homework. She'd been assigned
Roman sums. Roman sums aren't as easy as you'd think. Try adding
DCXXVII to MLIV and see what you get.
What with one thing and
another "Furry Face TM" was nearly
an hour late getting his walk. It's the Bake-Off final soon... I
wanted the foxy Lithuanian one to win. Shame she got chucked out a
few weeks ago.
