Treacle again woke me
far too early by stomping all round the bed (several times) before
finding the most comfortable spot. To be honest I am amazed she found one; this
new mattress is still giving me a back ache if I lie on it for more than a few
hours.
I
dozed on and off for the remainder of the night but (apart from the backache
I’ve have every morning with the new mattress) I woke feeling somewhat better
than I did yesterday. I got up, "did" the puppies, and as they
went upstairs to bother “er indoors TM” so I made toast and
watched more "Star Trek: Discovery". I then debated about
whether or not I should take today off sick. Part of me was saying "sod
it", but part of me knew I had to go to work; especially if I was going
to go to Lego Club later.
As
I drove through the "hursts" and the "dens"
the pundits on the radio were talking about how today was the third anniversary
of Brexit, and how by pretty much all measurable parameters the country is far
worse off. They then wheeled on all sorts of windbags who claimed the exact
opposite with equal conviction.
Who
was right? Who knows? There is no way to know. It just strikes me that it is
time to stop bellyaching about what might have been and to get on with reality
as it is.
Similarly
there was also a lot of talk about the Hillsborough tragedy. Without in any way
trying to downplay the seriousness of what happened, isn't it time to move on
from that as well?
So
much of the morning's so-called news program isn't "news" at
all, it is endless speculation about what might have been.
As
I drove out of Biddenden I slammed on the car's brakes as a hawk swooped seemingly
inches in front of the car's windscreen, snatched up something from the grass
verge and flew off back past my windscreen again. It was rather spectacular; I
wish I had a dash-cam which could have recorded it.
The
journey to work was rather tedious today. Having left home rather later than
usual I got caught in the slow-moving traffic which infests the A21. It took me
forty-five minutes to drive the twenty-one miles to the Lamberhurst roundabout,
then a further twenty-five minutes to drive the six miles from that roundabout
to work.
Work
was work; I’d arranged to leave an hour early so I could get to Lego club. I’m
rather growing to hate the journey to Pembury, and Pembury to Hythe isn’t the
easiest of journeys. After nearly two hours I got to Hythe and was rather
concerned to find the place where we
meet in darkness and the door locked. A quick look at the Lego Club’s Facebook
page told me the meeting had been cancelled…
Oh
well… these things happen.
Had I known there was
no Lego Club today I would have had another day on the sick leave…
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