2015 — 30 April: Thursday
Much as I trust, and have every faith in, the effectiveness and utterly ruthless efficiency of our Benighted Kingdom's judicial processes1 I'm wondering — as April hurtles towards the buffers at the end of the track — just how much more time will prove to fit into the "ten working days" that the Winchester Probate Court allows itself to take to send me the Grant of Administration. I sent off my "affirmed" paperwork on 10th April so I make this the 14th working day without hearing from them. What's the point of me being speedy if the other parties are going to be so leisurely?
Just askin'.
Better late...
... than never, I suppose! I'm bemused by the way senior judges dance around the morality of this issue.
I'm bemused, too, by the citizens that allow them to dance.
My own...
... Thursday morning dance has been to my grocer. One of the items I would have been happy to pick up is a little tub of Vicks (inhalant) to brew up. No such luck. Mind you, among the dazzling array of non-prescription remedies sitting on their shelves were no less than three different impressively-packaged "brain foods". Golly. Wonder if it's too late for my subfluity of neuro-jelly? No, I did not bother to read the small print... I doubt I retain (or ever possessed) sufficient mental capacity to understand it. I just vaguely wonder how it can possibly be legal, decent, honest, and truthful to market something as "brain food". It's a weird world, my masters.
Who's the current Prime Minister again?
It's turned into...
... a lovely, sunny morning early afternoon out there. Now, where's Mr Postie got to? [Pause] Well, he's just whizzed by, yet again, and was still completely unburdened by any bureaucratic bumph with my name on it, dagnabbit. This is tedious.
I'm a bit peeved
It looks almost as if the BBC (whose licence fee I have paid annually for 40 years) is determined not to let their iPlayer Radio web pages play nice with (any) audio players on my nice new Linux platform. This is particularly stupid as there's nothing stopping me from downloading the same material,2 at considerably higher quality, from — guess who? — the BBC. In about two minutes. Odd, isn't it? Perhaps it's one of those left-channelhand, right-channelhand bureaucratic idiocy things... They seem fairly commonplace.