As I sat down in front
of the telly to scoff my toast this morning my junk felt rather chilly. I had a
little investigate (as one does with
one’s junk) only to find out that somehow or other I’d ripped the
undercarriage out of my jim-jams. They were a new set of jim-jams too. The
moral of this sorry tale is don’t buy your jim-jams from the cheapo section of
Aldi.
I watched an episode of
“Monkey” in which Tripitaka got
caught by the baddies. Getting caught by the baddies seems to be something of a
theme in this show.
I spent a few minutes
doing more of my on-line course “The
Science of Beer”. I’m not impressed with this course. I’ve done lots of
on-line courses before. With Coursera I learned about dinosaurs, exo-biology,
astrophysics, psychology (human and
canine). However they were all courses at the graduate level delivered by
experienced lecturers. The course I’m currently doing is by edX and the presentations
are given by patronizing students delivered at primary school level. I must
admit that on more than one occasion I felt I was watching the Gorgeous
Tiny Chicken Machine Show.
There was nothing of
note on Facebook this morning, but I had an email which left me thinking “WTF”. Last year I signed up to Crosskeys
mailing list. Crosskeys are the coach company with whom we went to Bruges for a
day trip. Every day they email me with offers. Today they had an offer of a
trip to Chester Zoo. The trip looked good; together with an overnight stay the
outing would cost fifty quid… but then I read the small print. The travel costs
weren’t included. What on Earth was a coach company doing selling tickets to
the zoo but not to the coach to get you there?
As I drove to work the
pundits on the radio were interviewing some big-wig from the world of teaching.
Not content with thirteen weeks paid holiday a year and rather short working
days, teachers are to have the opportunity of a year’s paid sabbatical
as a sob to keep them all from leaving the profession.
There are those who
would feel I’m being uncharitable to teachers; many do work in the evenings
after the kids have gone home, and in the school holidays too. (just
like everyone else does). However many do not.
With time on my hands I
went to Sainsburys in Aylesford. With the works bake-off only two weeks away I
thought I might have a dummy run. I got most of the ingredients for my recipe
but couldn’t get malt extract. (Malt
extract is rather central to a malt loaf). I asked an assistant if they had
malt extract. She had never heard of it. She called over two mates who also had
never heard of it. One of them (obviously
a smartarse) said it was a job for Google and smiled in a patronizing sort
of way. I looked her in the eye, pulled out my phone and asked it (verbally) where I could get malt
extract. It suggested Sainsburys in Aylesford. The smug smiles soon vanished.
The assistants went and had a proper look but had to admit defeat.
My phone also suggested
Aldi, but with no one working in the place whose first language was English
made things rather problematical.
After a busy day at
work I went to Waitrose as their website said they sold the stuff. Again I had
a sea of blank faces when I mentioned malt extract, and I was also told that
Waitrose’s website claims they sell a *lot*
of stuff that they don’t.
I came home to find
that "er
indoors TM"
had already taken the hounds out. I took the opportunity to put the butter I’d
bought this morning into the fridge; it had got a bit squishy in the car during
the hot day.
I shall see if I can get some malt extract tomorrow…
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