I left for work a little earlier than I
might have done last night; shopping doesn't buy itself. Morrisons was nowhere
near as busy as it usually is, so with time on my hands I wasted a few minutes
looking round "Go Outdoors".
They were having a sale, but in every case I mistook the reduction in price for
the actual price of the item on sale. Stuff which would be far too expensive at
twenty quid was actually merely twenty quid off the usual price and actually
far more that I would ever pay. I was once a big fan of the place; I've gone
off of it over the last few months. They seem to have two categories of goods;
"cheap rubbish" and "vastly overpriced". I was looking
at the fishing seats last night. What seemed to be a bargain was actually only
a bargain as someone had put their arse right through the seat. There was a
foot-long rip in the thing and still they wanted good money for it.
I went on to work and did my thing. As I
worked the radio played in the background. And it also played in the car on my
way home. In addition to the usual drivel was an article of interest - the Leas lift in
Folkestone is due to close. Despite local consternation the thing's brakes are
unsafe. Eighty thousand pounds are needed to make repairs. The chairman of the
bunch that operates the lift was saying that if they aren't open they can't
generate money to fix the brakes.
I wonder if they have considered on-line
crowdfunding?
Meanwhile our old friend science has discovered aliens
again.
I really should go back through my diaries and find out exactly how many times
aliens have been supposedly discovered over the last ten years.
I suspect that when aliens really are
discovered no-one will take any notice; everyone will think it is yet another
false alarm.
I had hoped to walk the dogs with "Daddy’s
Little Angel TM" this morning, but she was busy getting
another quote for Sid’s upcoming dental procedure. So it was just me and my two
round the park this morning. As we walked I was approached rather aggressively
by some old trout who wanted to know of the dogs were my dogs. I told her they
were, and she walked off without another word. I wonder what that was all
about.
Once home I got the dogs settled, had a
shower, and was just about to go to bed when "Furry Face TM"
had a mad woofing fit and woke the baby. She took an age to settle again.
A day was then spent asleep and I’m off
to another night shift now…. It has been something of a lonely day…
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