7 February 2018 (Wednesday) - It Snowed Again
I slept like a log last night, waking shortly before the alarm went off. I woke to find I was cuddling my dog as though he was a teddy bear. He seems to like that.
It was cold when I got up, and today the smart meter said we’d used only fifty-four pence worth of power by half past five. Odd; it is sometimes ninety pence by that time.
Over brekkie I watched the last episode in the current season of “SAS: Who Dares Wins” in which a whole load of wannabe machos compete doing SAS training tasks. I realise the whole thing is one big macho contest, but does every third or fourth word have to be “f…”?
I then had a quick look-see on-line. Nothing had happened overnight on Facebook, but I had a few emails. Adverts about jobs for which I won’t apply, crap from LinkedIn I will never read, adverts for books I’ve already bought.
I got dressed and set off for work.
I needed petrol so I went to the petrol station on the ring road. Have you been there? You really should, Again the surprisingly attractive grannie was on duty; however today she only had two admirers. Both insisted I paid for my petrol before them, and as I paid both were (rather pathetically) trying to impress her. One was brandishing some sort of sash which was something to do with the British Legion, and the other was singing the praises of the late Margaret Thatcher. I don’t think the surprisingly attractive grannie was impressed by either. She never is, but she never does anything to discourage her suitors.
I drove to work through the snow. On Monday I drove through a white winter wonderland; yesterday the snow had all gone. Today the white covering was back. I stopped in Goudhurst to take a photo.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were discussing the release of convicted rapist John Worboys. It is no secret that he shouldn’t be released, but one of his victims was being interviewed on the radio this morning. When giving video evidence she was advised by the police to remain calm and factual. However the same police then refused to take her case to court because her video evidence was too calm and factual and consequently not plausible.
British justice… best in the world?
What with getting petrol I was ten minutes later than usual in leaving Ashford. That ten minutes meant I was half an hour later to work than usual; the A21 fills up so quickly.
I got to work, had a rather good day, and came home.
Once home I walked the dogs round the block. There was a bit of a disaster as Treacle’s illuminous collar has broken. Whilst she doesn’t *need* an illuminous collar, I like her wearing one as that way she can be seen. Very few of the normal people look where they are going and thy do tend to trip over her.
With "er indoors TM" off on a girls trip to the cinema I as left “home alone”. I thought I might forage for my dinner.. I foraged in the direction of the kebab shop. Me and my dogs enjoyed kebab; we devoured it whilst the SkyPlus box played episodes of “Britannia”. A good show, but such a shame about the theme music…
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