Over brekkie I watched the second episode of the documentary series about Queen Elizabeth I. It was rather interesting, as is much of history. Why was it that the teachers at what was once regarded as one of the best schools in the South East had this ability to take the most interesting things and make them so boring? History, literature, physics… so many subjects were killed stone dead for me back then.
I was rather ashamed to read Facebook this morning. After yesterday’s news coverage of the atrocities in Manchester, social media abounded with a general hatred of all things foreign. Do these people not realise that the bombing was carried out by someone who was born in England?
Dark skinned friends of mine were frightened to walk the streets when Portugal’s football team once beat the English football team. It strikes me that unless the authorities start actually achieving something and bringing the terrorists to justice, the small-minded are going to start taking matters into their own hands. And from reading Facebook this morning it is patently clear that there are enough people willing to string up anyone guilty of looking just the teensiest bit different to themselves.
As a child I had hoped for a world which was so much better…
As I drove to work the news was all about the Manchester bombing. There was an interesting little episode just I was coming off the motorway. As I came up the slip road there was a frantic beeping of a hooter, and a BMW (registration GK06 CWJ) arrogantly tried to drive everyone else off of the road as it came up the middle. I gave him the V-sign, and then slagged him off on rate-driver.co.uk.
Have you ever looked up your own car on that website? I did – it lists all the MOT results including reasons for failure and any advisories. I wonder where they get that information. I wonder if it breaches any confidentiality?
I did my work, and came home again. The roads home were really busy for no reason I could fathom. Once home we ran the dogs round the park; "er indoors TM" had already started and I caught up with them at the co-op field. Fudge had no problem in running to see me as I arrived.
We walked the park, and then had a rather good bit of scoff washed down with a very good (three Euros) bottle of red wine. We watched last Saturday’s episode of “Doctor Who” which for once hadn’t been ruined for us by endless spoilers on Facebook. And then we watched the first episode of the2012 series of Bake-Off.
I really should have an early night – I’ve got an early start tomorrow…
In a novel break with tradition I slept without being snored, bitten or fidgeted awake. I slept for over six hours; I liked that.
Mind you I did get up to find I’d forgotten to set the dishwasher loose last night. Woops.
Over brekkie I watched a documentary about the early life of Queen Elizabeth I. There is a *lot* I don’t know about history; at school the history teacher’s technique was to have us copy out an entire text book over the course of a year. He never bothered to check if we’d actually done any copying, and consequently I (and everyone else in my class) learned nothing and dropped the subject at the earliest opportunity.
I then got the lap-top going and had a look-see in cyberspace. Facebook had several people expressing consternation and disgust at the terrorist attack at a pop concert in Manchester yesterday. I got a little annoyed at people marking themselves as “safe” when they hadn’t been within two hundred miles of Manchester, but what amazed me was how people were now publicly praying for the injured. How is it that their god is able to help the injured (if it feels it capriciously might wish to do so) but it let the atrocity happen in the first place.
I then had a look at my emails. There wasn’t many of note but I did see that planning permission had been turned down for a proposed nearby garage conversion. The power of the South Ashford Community Forum in action maybe? If so maybe we might turn their wrath on these frankly useless street lights in Christchurch Road.
As I drove to work the talk on the radio was all about the atrocity in Manchester. Local people have been helping out; providing accommodation for the injured, and refreshment for the armed services. The pundits presenting the show expressed amazement at this; one of the people being interviewed had to explain that this was just what decent people do. It is a sad indictment of our society that a *lot* of people don’t realise that.
I got to work, had a rather good day, and came home again. We walked the dogs round the block, then after a rather tasty bit of dinner we went round to Arden Drive for banter, an episode of “Gotham” and some home-baked bread.
That bread was rather tasty; I got to bring home what was left. It made for a rather good supper…
"er indoors TM"’s gentle snoring woke me shortly after 1am, so I gave her a gentle nudge to stop her snoring. She started again after a few minutes, so I gave her a slightly more forceful nudge. This carried on until about 3am when a rather vigorous clout finally did the trick.
I got up at 5.30am feeling like death warmed up, and over brekkie watched an old episode of “Dad’s Army”. While I like the show, it is rather embarrassing watching the cast stumbling over their lines. The shows must have been made on a rather tight timescale; had I been the director I would have re-shot half a dozen scenes in today’s episode where the actors all clearly forgot the names of all the character in the show (including their own).
I then had a look on Facebook; a friend had been admitted to hospital overnight. All he could post about was how he wanted to get out of the place. I resisted the temptation to suggest that he just walked out; no one was keeping him captive there. Why is it that most people seem to be forever claiming to have all sorts of maladies and illnesses, but never seem to want the treatment that they require?
With no emails of note I set off to work rather early in the hope that there was a meeting of the Monday Morning Morphology Mob (it’s a blood thing).
As I drove to work I listened to the radio. The pundits on the radio were rather depressing. The talk was of Palestine and Ireland; one has nothing but conflict, the other looks set to have conflict again. Across the world people are only happy when arguing.
However for all the gloom and doom it was a beautiful morning.
I got to work; there *was* a meeting of the Monday Morning Morphology Mob. I was a few minutes late, but the meeting was a good one. And the rest of the day carried on being rather good too. Mind you I did get a good scam today – a text message claiming to be from the bank asking me to phone them urgently on their anti-fraud line. I phoned their anti-fraud line and found an automated system almost identical to the usual phone banking. But I paused when it asked for my account details. I hung up, and phoned the number I usually phone when talking to the bank. Sure enough it was all a scam. The bank hadn’t sent me any text messages. It was all a very elaborate scam.
I came home and we walked the dogs round the block. Fudge straggled somewhat, and we met a lovely Nepalese father and daughter pair. The little girl wanted to stroke the dogs; she was fine with Fudge, but seemed rather terrified of Treacle, But despite her terror she was determined to have a stroke. Bless her.
"er indoors TM" boiled up a rather good bit of scran, then she shoved off to bowling. Being “home alone” I thought I’d have a little film night. The TCM channel (“Totally Crap Movies”) had shown the 1974 classic “Stardust” last night. It was one of those films I’d been meaning to watch for years…. It wasn’t all that good.