I was woken just before three o’clock by my phone telling
me I had an email. Despite having mobile data and wi-fi turned off, the thing
still manages to get on-line. I wish it wouldn’t do that. I dozed off again but
was then plagued by rather vivid dreams about horrific camping trips with the
Boys Brigade.
I blame that past-its-best cheese I had last night.
Over brekkie I watched an episode of “Plebs” that I don’t remember having seen before. Stylax finally got
to do some chariot racing, Marcus finally got to “do the dirty deed”, and our heroes ended with plans for a group hug
once they’ve washed off the blood, shit and vomit.
As TV comedies go, it is rather good, despite the blood, shit
and vomit.
I thought I should really see what emails I’d been woken
for in the small hours so I got the lap-top going. I was pleasantly surprised;
Monday’s blog entry had received a comment. Someone claiming to be called “Humuan Kabir” had written “What a great post. I’m really like it! Very,
very dgdeeac good!” and then gave a blatant plug for his business which was
all about selling flat Earth maps.
Unfortunately the flat Earth maps weren’t very dgdeeac good
at all.
I had a notification about a job in Woolwich, and a
notification about a job in the hospital in which I used to work which is not
four miles from home. I actually considered the job for about two seconds. On
the one hand I wouldn’t have to get up until two hours later every day, and I
would save nearly a hundred and fifty pounds in petrol every month… on the
other hand I could carry on working where I’m happy. I’ve only been in my
current job for just over a year and being happy in my workplace is still
something of a novelty for me, so I shall stick with what I have.
I had an email telling me that someone had particularly
liked the geo-series I’d put out near Great Chart.
And with little of note on Facebook I set off to work.
I needed petrol so I went to my usual place on the ring
road only to find it was closed. They were getting petrol. So I went to
Sainsbury’s where the stuff was two pence more expensive per litre. A full tank
of petrol cost me a pound more than it would have usually have done. And I
thought that the women on the tills were rather rude; they were so wrapped up
in their gossip about whatever rubbish they’d been watching on telly last night
they weren’t actually speaking to the customers at all.
Narrowly avoiding impact with a lorry
from Weddell-Smith
which went straight through a red traffic light at full speed I then set off in
the general direction of work.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about the
resignation of ex-Premier Jacob Zuma who is no longer the
head honcho in South Africa. He’s had the heave-ho in favour of someone not
quite so corrupt. Not that I’m defending him in any way, but for all that he
probably has had his hand in the till for years, I can’t help but remember an
ex-colleague Sylvester who harked from that general part of the world. He told
me that when he applied for his passport he had to give an official the
equivalent of twenty quid not to throw his application away. When he wanted a
day’s leave, the boss wouldn’t grant it unless he got a twenty quid bung. From
what Sylvester told me, corruption seems to be embedded into society there.
Getting rid of it is so necessary, but will probably take years.
There was also an interview with the president of some
group or other who claimed to be representing the interests of small and
medium-sized UK businesses. Apparently most of the people he claimed to be
representing have got the hump. Having been convinced that European regulations
were hamstringing their businesses they’d all voted for Brexit. Now they
realised that in or out, if they want to deal with Europe they will still have
to abide by those regulations. But having left the EU they will have absolutely
no say in them whatsoever whereas before they had some (if very limited) input.
I’ve said before that we really should vote again on the
whole Brexit thing but with a clear understanding of exactly what is being
voted for.
Last Friday I failed to find a geocache near work. I went back
today and taking my life into my hands I scrabbled under a road bridge on the
Pembury by-pass section od the A21 where I found the wreckage of what I was
hunting. There is only so much of a happy dance one can do under a road bridge
but I had a go at one.
And as I drove into work I saw that petrol at the petrol
station closest to work was eight pence per litre more expensive than I usually
pay for it.
Work was amazingly busy; I had no less than three “brown alerts”. If I were ever asked to
offer career advice I would suggest working somewhere that doesn’t have brown
alerts on a semi-regular basis.
I came home only to find "er indoors TM"
had taken the wolf-pack for a walk. Hey weren’t out long, and once home she
boiled up some slop as she does so wonderfully. We scoffed it as we watched the
first episode of “Bliss”, a new series which has
some promise. Then two new episodes of
Big Bang Theory as I scoffed an entire box of Thornton’s chocolates.
I feel sick now…
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