I woke up only a quarter
of an hour too early today. Let's hope this is the start of something
new and something good. And so to work. I popped into Morrisons to
get petrol. They were two pence per litre cheaper than the Esso
garage which was not two minutes drive up the road. What was that all
about? How do these people stay in business?
This morning I had a
phone call from a major international company. I'd applied for a job
with them. Apparently one of the managers there recognised my name,
and was wondering why I was applying for a job in the North of
England. I explained that the job I'd applied for wasn't based in the
north. After a few minutes of "oh yes it is", "oh
no it isn't" the lady on the phone checked the advert. And
then wondered out loud how they'd managed to make that mistake. It
turned out that I was in with a better than outside chance; if only
I'd been prepared to relocate to Northshire. Maybe in the fullness of
time, but not right now, eh?
And then at tea break
something happened which has never happened before. My Kindle flashed
up a low battery warning. Low battery (!) The battery has
never done that before. I'm quite impressed. And so, suitably
impressed, I came home and set about ironing the family's shirts. A
tedious job, but one which needs doing. Really I should look at
getting new shirts; many of my shirts have an eighteen inch collar
and at today's measure-up I found that I now have a sixteen inch
neck. But with another inch having gone from my waist and hips today,
I can't help but wonder how much smaller I am going to end up. After
all, I have already bought one pair of trousers which are already too
big.
And then the doorbell
rang. Having seen what an
amazing purchase a mutual friend had made yesterday, Sarah and
Steve realised that they needed original artwork too. We chatted for
a while, and then as Sarah and Steve set off into the rain with their
latest acquisition, I finished off my ironing, and then settled down
in front of the telly for the evening. "The Belles of St
Trinians" made for entertaining viewing. And it's a sobering
thought that the girls who acted in that film are now drawing their
pensions.
And in closing today, did
you know that we are now in British
Pie Week? No? Neither did I. I rather naively assumed that
British Pie Week was about increasing the public awareness and
perception of the Great British pie. Perhaps it is, but having spent
ten minutes perusing their website, I can;t help but feel that he
whole sorry idea is just a vehicle for selling a certain brand of
pastry.
Am I just getting cynical
in my old age?
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