I had another of "those"
nights, waking feeling full of energy and raring to go only to find it was only
ten to two. And then dozed for fifteen minutes at a time for the rest of the
night. This happens so often when I have an alarm set.
I
eventually gave up trying to sleep and took the puppies into the garden where
they had a great time playing silly beggars (a game they seem to enjoy).
Had something had been through the garden in the night - a fox? a hedgehog? They were certainly
sniffing like things possessed. Mind you I can't see any holes in any fence
where something might get in or out of the garden.
Once
they'd stopped messing about I dumped them on a snoring “er indoors TM”,
and leaving Treacle snarling at everyone and everything (she's not a
"morning dog") I made toast and had a look at Netflix. Wanting
something to watch in the mornings I had
a look-see at what was available. Frankly, not much. I can't deny that there
are hundreds of shows on Netflix, but when you take out all the police and
crime shows there's not much left. What
is it with crime and police shows? Every one of them features some policeman or
detective with a quirky difference - their quirky difference being that they
are exactly the same as every other policeman or detective.
Don’t
the tV companies know anything else? Take for example the TV show "Lucifer"
about the Devil himself... who becomes a policeman.
Of
the few non-police/crime drama on Netflix. most of them were foreign imports
with subtitles.
I
eventually found one or two things that might keep me occupied and added them
to my “To Watch” list, then got dressed and set off to work.
I
was so pleased to see the motorway was
open this morning; the stupidity that is "Operation Brock" has
stopped. The motorway is now a motorway again, and no longer a rather narrow
dual carriageway.
As
I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about Richard Branson's Virgin
company launching the first satellites from
the UK.
They are going up on a jumbo jet and the rocket stage will go from the plane.
There
was also still more talk about that idiot Prince Harry who is quite possibly
realising the true price of his media deals.
Pausing
only briefly for Munzical purposes (two qrewzees – go me!) I was soon at
work for the early shift. Whilst the bosses weren’t looking (well, they
were!) I phoned British Gas to set up a direct debit for the gas and leccie
at Dad’s house. I eventually got it all done, but I formed the distinct
impression that during the phone call, both of us in the call felt we were
dealing with a half-wit. The British Gas woman clearly sets up direct debits
all the time and thought I was asking some daft questions. I thought it odd that
I could chose how much I might pay each month, and thought it very odd that
they didn’t have a suggested amount (i.e. an average figure of how much it
costs each month).
As
I worked, several times I found myself singing along to today’s earworm: “My Uncle Stan” by Ivor Biggun.
An
early start made for an early finish, and even earlier getting home as the
motorway was actually a motorway again.
I
got the dogs onto their leads and we walked round the local roads Qrewzing (it’s
a Munzee thing). I got three hundred points – result!.
“er
indoors TM” boiled up pizza then went off bowling. I sat on the sofa
with the dogs and watched a film I’d chosen this morning. The verbals about “The War Below” said “Based
on a true story, the film is about a group of British miners recruited during
World War I to tunnel underneath no man's land and set bombs below the German
front at the Battle of Messines”. Sounds good, doesn’t it?
Sadly
the film was rather tedious…
Let’s hope the rest of
the stuff I’ve added to the list is better.
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