24 September
2012
Our alarm
was set for 7.15 yesterday morning. It
went off OK and on time. BUT ... I just
couldn't move! I felt so thoroughly
drained and exhausted. The result is we
lay in until 9.20, too late for me to get off out and nearly too for Jan to get
to church on time. Even so, I still felt
pretty well drained all day. No idea as
to why though. I feel a lot better today
but it's raining buckets right now, and even if it was dry, Jan has a GP this
afternoon that I need to take her to.
This morning
I decided to catch up with the new Andrew Marr show that of started
last night. I've enjoyed his earlier
ones and this one is going to be the same too.
He made a comment at one point that early human life was a battle with
nature, fighting its effect on his as a species. But that's not changed even now has it? We still fight with nature over one thing or
another, flood defences being one such area effort. Medical science being another one. And speaking of that, Marr also mentioned
that TB originally passed from cattle to humans. Can you see where I'm going with this? The current badger cull is going on, but are
the badgers to blame? If Marr is right,
then might cattle have passed it on to badgers and that is why farmers have
such a problem on their hands?
Keeping to
the health line for now then, Rip-Off
Britain today had the story of a paramedic employed by a private contractor
hasn't been paid for two months and his agency has now gone bust. Yet the manager has opened another agency to
do the same job. The company that
actually owns/controls the busted agency says that it is unlikely that owed
wages will not be paid. Beg pardon? Why not?
Surely they were paid by the local NHS trust to supply the ambulance
service so what has happened to that money?
And while I'm at it, why is the NHS using private agencies instead of
running their own ambulance service? Yet
another example of the creeping privatisation of the NHS! That's why!
Damned Tory's every time!
So, time for
a photo ...
This one of a group of fishing boats tied up in a harbour in
Northern Ireland. That sky is very
dramatic.
And from the
Rochdale Sage ...
A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going by. He gets into the taxi, and the Cabbie says, 'Perfect timing. You're just like Frank.'
Passenger: 'Who?'
Cabbie: 'Frank Feldman. He's a guy who did everything right all the time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank Feldman every single time.'
Passenger: 'There are always a few clouds over everybody.'
Cabbie: Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand-Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy.
Passenger: Sounds like he was something really special.
Cabbie: 'There's more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman, could do everything right.'
Passenger: 'Wow, some guy then.
Cabbie: 'He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Frank, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never answer her back even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman.
Passenger: An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?
Cabbie: 'Well, I never actually met Frank. He died and I married his bl**by wife."
A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going by. He gets into the taxi, and the Cabbie says, 'Perfect timing. You're just like Frank.'
Passenger: 'Who?'
Cabbie: 'Frank Feldman. He's a guy who did everything right all the time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank Feldman every single time.'
Passenger: 'There are always a few clouds over everybody.'
Cabbie: Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand-Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy.
Passenger: Sounds like he was something really special.
Cabbie: 'There's more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman, could do everything right.'
Passenger: 'Wow, some guy then.
Cabbie: 'He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Frank, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never answer her back even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman.
Passenger: An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?
Cabbie: 'Well, I never actually met Frank. He died and I married his bl**by wife."
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