I knew my elbow would be hurting this
morning and I rather thought my foot would be tender too after yesterday’s
exertions. I wasn’t expecting the pain in my ribs. I wonder what caused that.
Over brekkie I watched this week’s
repeated episode of “Detectorists”
then had a look at Facebook as I do every morning. The piccies and video I
posted up yesterday had got some favourable comments. I wish more people would
post up piccies of what they are doing; I’m nosey like that. It also looks as
though canoeing is on for the weekend (weather
permitting). If any of my loyal readers fancy sailing the seven seas you’ve
got a couple of days to get a canoe and then you can join in. Argos do them
rather cheaply.
There was a lot of talk about Ed
Sheeran. Apparently he was in this week’s episode of “Game of Thrones”, and would seem to be despised by those people on
my Facebook list. I don’t know who or what he is. Wikipedia says he’s a singer,
and he appeared on the show to surprise one of the other actors.
I must admit I don’t buy into the whole
“celebrity” thing. They are just
actors in a TV show to me. The sooner people treat actors as any other
profession and stop idolising them, the better.
There was also mention about a “poncey” wine web site. I think a friend
of mine gets a bung every time he introduces a new customer. Well, he ain’t
introducing me. Expensive wine depends on playing on people's pretensions. I've
been to wine tastings and to me the cheap stuff tastes every bit as good (and/or bad) as the expensive stuff.
With no emails of note I set off to
work. Bearing in mind Tuesday’s debacle I set off a tad earlier than I might
have done.
As I drove to work the pundits on the
radio were discussing the ongoing Brexit negotiations. They've been doing this
all week. One thing which is becoming painfully evident is that there never was
any plan for what the UK would do having decided to leave the EU. Listening to
what is being said on the radio it is becoming clear that both the EU and the
British negotiators are making it up as they go along. I hope it doesn't end in
chaos; I suspect it will.
There was also talk of increases to the
age at which one gets a state pension. I'm incredibly pissed off about the
whole pension thing. Having been promised retirement on full pension at age
fifty-seven, retirement for me won't be until I'm sixty-seven at the earliest.
Whilst I understand the country can't afford the pension bill, that is hardly
my fault. Shortcomings in the system should have been addressed decades ago.
The current debacle is akin to finding yourself half way through eating a bag
of crisps only to have the shopkeeper chasing you to tell you he's just
increased the price of what you bought (in good faith) half an hour ago.
I'd left home early; I was right to have
done so. The A2 being closed had caused the M20 to be very slow-moving. It took
me an hour to get to work. I got there, and did my bit. As I worked I looked
out of the window at the torrential rain and was so glad I'd been off yesterday
and not today. Also as I worked my stomach rumbled. Last night's curry
didn't sit at all well today.
With work done I came home and walked the
dogs round the park. The annual “Create”
festival is on in the park this weekend, and already much of the park was
fenced off. I was intrigued by the actions of one of the members of staff
there; he was filling huge water butts with water from the fountain. Bearing in
mind the chemicals that the council put in that water, and the fact that the
local children swim in it, I was intrigued as to what he might safely be doing
with that water.
"er indoors TM" will be home
soon. There was talk of fish and chips. The grease might settle my rumbling
innards…
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