I've had a good few days
off of work, and so it was with a heavy heart that I dragged my
carcass out of bed shortly before 6am this morning. I'd woken over an
hour before that, and had lain there trying to get some more sleep.
It wasn't happening. I got up and vaguely speculated on taking Fudge
for an early walk. He was still fast asleep and wasn't showing much
interest in moving about.
I spent a few minutes
pootling on the Internet and then set off to work. I put the radio on
(expecting the worst) and was disappointed. There was very little of
note going on in the world. Those who make money out of fomenting
discontent were trying to stir up a furore about the
Prime Minister taking a holiday.
His deciding to take a
short break was (apparently) rather badly timed in view of the
recent terror attack in South London. Whilst what happened was
terrible, those that deal with the aftermath of such events are on
the case. There is little that the Prime Minister can do himself that
others could not do better. Without wishing to downplay what
happened, there are always crises and catastrophes that could prevent
a Prime Minister from taking a break. Is he supposed to go the entire
five years of his tenure without a day off?
Whilst on the way to work
I got some petrol. I had this theory that petrol stations wouldn't be
busy at 8am on a Bank Holiday. The one I went to wasn't. It was very
quiet. I brandished my Morrisons card at them (as I always do) and
they told me that I had accrued enough points to get a voucher.
Having been spending over sixty quid a month in the place for the
last year they've given me a voucher worth five quid off stuff in
their store. I shall buy a bottle of port.
And so to work. After the
major hikes I've been on for these last four days I quite enjoyed the
rest that I had today. For all that I was busy, it wasn't arduous
physical effort which did come as welcome relief; even if I did spend
some time looking out of the window at the glorious weather wishing
that I was outside in the sunshine with my dog.
I wonder if he likes
being out in the sunshine quite as much as he used to?
As I came home I was
shocked to hear the news. Bill
Pertwee has died. Famous for his part of Warden Hodges in Dad's
Army, it's a shame that he's gone. However I must admit I thought he
died years ago...
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