What with having done a
night shift and then shifted a decent helping of red wine yesterday evening I
slept like a log last night; only waking when “er indoors TM”
and Treacle had some sort of a fight (which Treacle won) shortly after
half past six this morning.
I got up, saw to the
puppies, and left them bothering “er indoors TM” as I made
toast and watched telly. Today I started on the third season of "Stranger
Things". The first two seasons both featured mad scientists having
unleashed untold terrors after meddling with two different sorts of things that
they should have left well alone. It came as no surprise that the third season
started with more mad scientists meddling with a third sort of thing which would
also have been best left well alone.
I
set off for work. As I drove, I listened to the pundits on the radio who were
rather excited. Apparently historians have discovered a whole new Roman Emperor. It would seem that
historians of old had been very quiet about
Sponsian, and not much is really known about him, other than that his
face appears on quite a few Roman coins that have hitherto been thought to have
been fakes.
There’s
a moral in there somewhere, I expect…
There
was also talk about "Upstairs Downstairs" star Meg Wynne Owen
who apparently had died over the summer. It turns out that she had granted
power of attorney to some friend eight years ago, and said friend had milked
her for pretty much all she was worth.
There’s
a moral in there too…
I
got to work where there was cake. As I scoffed it at tea break I had a look at
the Internet and saw that “Goddess Rose” (the epically-chested cross
eye’s object that had messaged me a few days ago) had gone from Facebook,
which was probably a result for the morally upright community.
With
work worked I came home and as “er indoors TM” boiled up
dinner I had a look at the monthly accounts. The gas and leccie company have
made a payment of sixty-six quid into my bank account. I would say that was
kind of them, but it turns out this is a bung from the
government
which comes in six instalments.
To
be honest, I don’t much care who it is coming from… I’ll just take it anyway.
But I would prefer cake… Sixty-six quid’s worth,,,
Today
was a tad dull…
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