No work tomorrow. Great. I love being retired. I had a surgery this afternoon, full of the milk of human kindness, because not tired out and not run off my feet.
Learned to speak Philipine from the nurses at the local nursing home today.
Good bye = "Pa Alam" and Thank you = "Salamat".
Went to pub after work to talk about a way of producing hydrogen from spare electricity. I quite like pubs and beer in moderation. The conversation is interesting. We got talking to a farmer about the 2001 Foot and Mouth Disease crisis - the first time I have been able to talk about it for years.
I found out how to make your beasts behave as if they have BSE so you can get £1000s of pounds compensation. Once the Govt inspector has gone away convinced your beasts are mad, let them out, and shine them up before the valuer comes so that you get the best price for them.
Farmers are not as daft as they look.
And government inspectors are much dafter than they seem.
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