I woke in something of a muck sweat
shortly after four o'clock having had something of a rather vivid dream in
which I'd been telling an ex-manager to get knotted. To be fair it is something
I'd wanted to do for a long time back when I worked "somewhere else". Over the years "Wing-nut" (so named
because his huge ears made his head look like a wing-nut) time and time
again showed himself to be an untrustworthy liar. It has to be said that I've
come to realise that such a description can be applied to many people, but when
I knew this bloke he was a leading light in the Kent scout association at the
same time that I was a cub scout leader. All scouts had (and still have) to make a promise to keep
the scout law which included something along the lines of "A scout is to be trusted". He
clearly couldn't, and I held that against him. Call me idealistic if you will,
but the scout promise meant something to me even if it didn't to him.
I've had nothing to do with "Wing-nut" for over ten years - I
wonder what prompted that dream? I didn't get back to sleep again after that.
I remembered to have granola for brekkie
this morning; I scoffed it as I watched more "Orange is the New Black", and then (leaving the family snoring) I set off to work. As I drove the
pundits on the radio were talking about how French fishing boats have been
harassing British fishing boats; going so far as to throw things at them and to
fire flares at them. The British fishermen have asked the Royal Navy for
protection... I've said before that Britain will be at war with France within
my lifetime...
There was also talk about Prime Minister
Teresa May's visit to Africa, and a prominent Nigerian politician was being
interviewed. He trying to make light of how much of the foreign aid that
Britain gives to Nigeria ends up embezzled. The chap admitted that corruption
is rife in Nigeria, and I remembered my old colleague Sylvester who was from
Nigeria. Fifteen years ago he once said that he liked me as a boss because I
would grant his leave requests whereas his previous boss in Nigeria wanted a
bribe of twenty quid before allowing anyone to take the annual leave to which
they were entitled.
And people in the UK complain about
their lot...
I stopped off at the shop in Goudhurst
to get some lunch. At the till I saw they had white chocolate snickers bars.
White chocolate snickers bars - who would have thought such wonders were
possible?
Despite the rain I then made a little
diversion (for geo-reasons) into
Cranbrook. Looking at the map I could see there was an old geocache down a farm
track. I drove as far as was safe, and then walked the last five hundred yards
to find a sandwich pot cunningly hidden under a pile of sticks that hadn't been
disturbed for over a year. Another resuscitation - go me!!
I went on to work; amazingly no one
tried to run me off the road today. I
did my bit, but after my morning, the day was haunted by memories of the times
when I worked with "Wing-nut" and Sylvester and releasing that
despite all my problems and hardships of the early years of this decade, things
haven't turned out that bad for me. I try not to blog about work or mention it
all all on any sort of social media because when I worked "somewhere
else" I was once formally disciplined for posting a selfie at six o'clock
in the morning and saying I was tired. It is only now that *I don't work "somewhere else" that I realise I
should have left that place years ago.
I came home to find the garden in
uproar. The nice people from the water board had taken down a fence panel to
try to fix the drains. Apparently the drain has collapsed under new-next-door’s
conservatory. I had a fence panel temporarily removed and a manhole cover up;
no great hardship. New-next-door have got a hole in their kitchen floor. I can
remember that conservatory being built several neighbours back. I said at the
time that building over a manhole cover was a stupid idea, but the people in
the house at the time weren’t overly burdened with common sense. We struggle
with two small dogs – they had three the size of cart-horses.
The drain is supposedly fixed now… let’s
hope it stays that way.
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