A
few weeks ago we went for a little walk round the Bluebell Hill area when I
wrote “As we walked we found a little stall selling jam for a greyhound
charity, so I got some. Perhaps I paid too much, but it was all for a good
cause”. I opened that jam this morning and found it was covered with a
layer of mould.
I
had marmalade (from Sainsburys as God intended!) on my toast this
morning as I watched an episode of Downton Abbey in which Mr Tom finally
succumbed to Edna’s wiles. Men do that given half a chance; generally they are
beasts.
I
set off to work through a rather dismal morning. As I drove the pundits on the
radio were talking about an extreme weather warning (for snow) having
been issued by the Highways Authority. Consternation was being expressed by the
Highways Authority because they felt that if they didn't issue a warning
because of the threatened snow then they would be in line for endless criticism
when people found themselves stuck in snowdrifts. However they also felt they might
equally well get loads of stick from people who'd stayed at home because of
their warnings only to find no snow at all.
There
was an interview with a professional weather forecaster who all but admitted
that they made it up as they went along. Apparently the difference between snow
and rain is a fraction of a degree's difference in temperature, and it is
anyone's guess what way it might go.
Time
to finally admit they can't do it, perhaps?
There
was also talk about the cost of child care. It was claimed that it costs close
on fifteen thousand quid a
year
to put an under-two child into nursery care. Am I being ridiculously old
fashioned in wondering why people have children only to unload them on to
someone else at the earliest opportunity?
I
got to work and had a message from “er indoors TM”. What I
thought had been mould in the jam was actually greaseproof paper. Apparently
jam that doesn't come from Sainsburys has a bit of greaseproof paper on top of it.
One
lives and learns.
I
did my bit at work on a rather busy day, but being on an early was a result; I
got to get home before it got dark. I walked the dogs round the block. They
were amazingly well behaved. And then we all snuggled on the sofa and watched
more “Downton Abbey” in which Edna got her much-deserved comeuppance (the
hussy!).
“er
indoors TM” came home and boiled up a rather good bit of dinner which we
scoffed whilst watching last Sunday’s episode of “Lego Masters: Australia”.
It seemed rather odd not to be watching it on a Sunday evening, but what with
night shift, bowling, late shift and O2 arena this was the first chance we got.
I
was glad we got to watch Lego Masters this evening; it brightened up an
otherwise dull day.
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