Not too good a night's
sleep last night. Whilst certainly better than nights gone by, the
CPAP device is making my nose painfully sore. I wonder how much
longer I can put up with the thing. There was talk of referral to an
ENT sugeon to re-bore my sinuses; I shall have to chase that up.
Over brekkie I watched
"Game of Thrones"; there was no sign of "Blondie
Dragon-Girl" or of her ample bosom in this morning's
episode. Mind you the latest actress to join the cast "flopped
them out"; there seems to be no shortage of that in this
show.
And for once I got all of
my toast to myself; "Furry Face TM"
was busy with his bone.
As I drove to work I
couldn't beleive what I heard on the radio. As India elects
a new Prime Minister there was consternation expresed by the
Indian Muslim community because the new Prime Minister has allegedly
got a strong anti-Islamic bias. Apparently a sizeable proportion of
the Indian population are fearing serious reprisals for their
religious beleifs.
But before anyone gets
too upset for these Muslims, in other parts of the world a Government
made up of other adherents of Islam have given a death
sentence to a pregnant woman. Her crime - she's decided to change
her religion.
A matter of piddling
triviality in civilisation is (quite literally) a matter of life and
death out in the boondocks
I've said it before; I'll
say it again. how can educated people in positions of authority in
the twenty-first century still give such importance to religion?
And I must admit I was
just a little bit annoyed at the reports
from Turkey. Hundreds of miners are trapped underground.
Government ministers are being pelted by rocks over the matter. Why?
If it were a state-owned mine then it would be fair to hold the
Government to account. But it's not; the mine is run by a private
company. Do people still not understand the vital difference between
state ownership and free enterprise?
At lunchtime I went to
the far end of the car park and squwarked on my saxophone. there are
rather too many bum notes. Teacher says it's due to my loose
embouchure (!)... I wonder if I could get a flatter mouthpiece
that I could get my trap round easier.
Once home I popped round
to collect my strimmer; "My Boy TM"
had borrowed it. And with strimmer collected I found myself home
alone. Needing something to scoff I went foragiing in the general
direction of the KFC, and then spent the rest of the evening on dull
domesticity whhilst watching more episodes of "Game of
Thrones"...
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