Too tired tonight, it’s the night in-between intensive work days again. I have also part-laid the kitchen floor but dare not tackle the intricate cutting around doorframes etc in this knackered state. I’ll leave that for Monday. Sure, vinyl stick-down tiles are cheap but there’s no sense in getting worked up into a tired frenzy. Best wait until I am properly awake so I can enjoy the rage and frustration these things always cause.
In typical style, it rained all week so my grass is getting long again. This morning I set off for work in glorious sunshine. I expect it will be fine tomorrow and then rain on Monday. That’s how it usually goes.
Someone’s car alarm keeps going off, somewhere up the street. I wish someone would steal it.
Interesting to see the WHO now turning their attention to an EU-wide ban on trans fats. I actually agree that these artifically produced trans fats are not good for you. Any molecule not found in nature is potentially risky and the bad news around synthetic trans fats has been known for a long time I’ll get into the biochemistry another time.
But do we really need a ban under the control of an unelected faceless group, imposed through another unelected group? Sure, stopping the production of unnatural trans fats would be a good thing but it seems to me that global control by a self-appointed group who are accountable to nobody is never, in any circumstances, a good thing. It’s not a good thing because it does not end with the one thing.
Tomorrow is Mopman’s last half-day with the Secret Ninja Cleaners. I am still only doing the weekends – all Saturday and half Sunday. Jury service is a two edged sword since I can respond to any attempt to push me into taking on more days with ‘I can’t promise anything, I might be on a jury in October’. On the other hand, I cannot try my hand at a different part time job midweek because nobody is going to employ me with the risk of jury service hanging over me. No point taking someone on, then finding they are put on some long winded case that drags on for months.
Anyway, time to put Dr. Who on the iPlayer and sip some Glen Orchy sleep juice while tubing a few cigs for tomorrow.
Who says men can’t multi-task?