12April2012
Keeping any blog up to date is a large and difficult task, and this one is no exception. OK, I enjoy the writing side of it but trying to find items to write can make it rather frustrating at times. Take today’s Dorktown News for example – which is after all the name of this bog blog anyway; yet today there is very little worthwhile to report. The front page story continues to report on the on-going fight to keep the Hussey Hospital going. The consultation period that was due to start next month, has now been cancelled seeing as TPTB have finally realized that there was only option on the cards. Why they couldn’t have decided that months ago I don’t know. It would certainly have saved a lot of negative reports in the News.
You won’t need reminding of course that the Olympics will be held in London later this year. It sounds obvious that most of the games will take place during our day time period. So I wonder how many employers will be installing telly sets in the offices/factories for their staff to be able to watch the highlights. It’s been done before when the footie was on and I have no problems with it. BUT … how many of those employers will think about getting a telly licence to cover their premises? The News does have a useful article today covering that issue under the headline, “Don’t risk a fine and embarrassment”. The other side of that of course is that there may well be a marked increase in detector vans doing the rounds. So employer thoughtfulness won’t extend to everyone then ;-)))
Yesterday I attended the Walsgrave for an eye examination. It all went off, without hassle and I have now been discharged from there. When I say “without hassle,” I do mean it be taken loosely - here’s what I mean. Last week I was at the sleep clinic and they had my correct address; Last month I was at the eye clinic casualty and they had my correct address. But yesterday they had my address form over 4 years ago! It’s no wonder the NHS costs so much. As a point of interest, the waiting for the eye casualty yesterday was 2½ hours but I have known it to be a lot longer.
We have learned a lesson eventually. Neither of us is very good at reading subtitles on films which are issued in a foreign language with English subtitles. We have at long last learned to look at the back of the DVD cases and see what language they are in. It’s a shame really because some of the films we have bought and now can’t watch look to have been good ones. We do have the set of three “The Girl Who … ” based in Sweden I think. They have been daubed into English and you can tell it too. But they were much better that way than trying to read the subtitles.
Last week I reported on buying three books mention in one of the writer’s mags. Well, I started one last night, The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, and it’s not a bad story. The cover says it’s the writer’s first novel. Well, OK, but it’s not her first published writing. Rachel Joyce has written a number of plays for BBC Radio 4 and even won an award for doings so. She has also adapted works for BBC2. Technically it may well be her first novel, but she no stranger to being published in one form or another.
As for my writing, I’m having a few days off.
A creep-crawly for today’s photo …
A common garden spider.
It's Christmas Eve, and three men are standing outside the closed Pearly Gates. Suddenly, St. Peter appears and addresses them. "You've all passed away on a very significant day", he tells them, "and because of that, you each have to show me something representative of the occasion before I let you in".
The first man puts his hand in his pocket and produces a cigarette lighter.
"How does that represent Christmas Eve?" St. Peter asks.
The man lights it and says, "It's a candle".
"You may enter" says St Peter. He turns to the second man who produces a bunch of keys from his pocket.
"How does that represent Christmas Eve?" St. Peter asks.
The man shakes them in his hand so that they rattle and says, "They're bells".
"You may enter" says St. Peter. He turns to the third man who produces a pair of knickers from his pocket.
"And how does that represent Christmas Eve" St. Peter asks.
The man immediately replies "They're carols!"
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