I wasn't feeling quite one hundred per cent last night. Perhaps that's
why I slept right through until the alarm this morning. I woke, abluted and
used the last three slices of bread; two for sandwiches and only one for toast.
A hungry brekkie, but probably not as hungry as ‘er indoors TM would have had after me.
As I scoffed toast
I watched telly. I'd recorded episodes of "Are You Being Served"
onto the SkyPlus box; during the week BBC2 has been having a Lame-o-thon in the
afternoons. You can't beat rubbish 1970s sit-coms. Mrs Slocombe had been having
problems; her corsets had been down all week (woof!).
I set off to work;
as I drove the news wasn't especially inspiring. The pundits were broadcasting
an election special from Thetford near Cambridge (of all places) where
there seems to be issues with immigrant workers. There was an interesting
interview with potential UKIP voters. The locals are all for UKIP; wanting to
send them all back on the next banana boat. And if the next banana boat doesn't
come soon enough there were plenty prepared to pay for one out of their own
pocket.
There was then an
interview with a local grower of asparagus who employs loads of immigrant
workers for the simple reason that the locals do not want to work on his farm.
As he said, what is he supposed to do when he advertises a job and no one applies?
There were then interviews with other local employers who said much the same.
The pundits then
totally contradicted themselves by saying on the one hand that the Tories smear
campaign against the Labour party leader has actually backfired because the
masses don't
like name calling which is putting the Labour party ahead in the polls, and
then on the other hand they went on to say that the Labour party faces
wipeout in Scotland.
The whole Scotland
thing amazes me. How can the Scottish nationalists be doing so well having been
comprehensively defeated in the recent independence referendum?
I got to work, did
the bare minimum, and finding myself bored with my current sax homework I had a
crack at “Don’t Cry For Me Argentina” which came out a lot better than
it might have done.
And with ‘er indoors TM off flogging candles I’m about to catch on on
TV viewing. I’m behind with “Gotham”,
“Extant” and “Poldark”. I’ve also got shirts to iron and a new ironing board on
which to iron them.
Never a dull moment…
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