So as bribery for being allowed to be boring at stay at home Friday evening I volunteered to pick the girls up from a nearby station at any time before 3am. At 3.53 I thought I’d text them and find out where they were. Apparently they were 45mins away from a station 15mins away from me. So at 4.30am I left my house, had to go to Tescos as Kitty (car) was so low on fuel she tried not to cut out as I backed up the hill of the drive. Kitty’s very game – when posed with such conundrums as driving on fumes, or pulling away in 3rd, she just muscles down and has a go – good girl. Probably just as well considering I fill up my tank in £2.50 increments and treat gears as recommendations.
Anyway, turned out they’d got a lift to our town (PB) by the bus (stupid system – the night bus terminates at Barnet and it’s station is in PB, yet it does not take people to PB. And there’s our college of say 400 students in PB. Who all get stranded at Barnet. Clever). Luckily they’d had a nice driver.
So I was high on coffee for the majority of the evening, which did result in me trying to fill my time usefully and texting AnM to remind her we’re going to see a play on Wed. She muttered something about her “phone scaring of, love noise”, by which I assume she meant “phone scaring me, loud noise”. I could be wrong. Yes, she can mutter in text form. V. skilled girl. I was sorely tempted to reply with a loud beeping text containing advice to turn her phone down a bit…
My film education continued tonight apparently (one of S’s quests). We watched Thelma and Louise. It strikes me that one of the pitfalls of a capital punishment system is that sometimes it is better to stay on the run that to give up and risk execution. One of many pitfalls of course – like executing an innocent person is a fairly major pitfall. Though probably an acceptable downside if you’re George Bush. Ug I will not talk about that abysmal excuse for a human being on my blog.
I continue to despair. Don’t they realise that laying fake hunts often requires fox scent, which requires a fox, which is required to be dead at this point. So rather than a hunt perhaps killing a fox, a fox is guarranteed dead before the hunt even starts. How is this saving the foxes? And what about the people who used to spare foxes to leave the hunt something to chase – now they’ll shoot them and trap them *shudders* to protect their livestock instead. Foxes die slowly of haemorrhage, infection or starvation instead of instantly by dogs. Can people really be so naive?
