I slept through till quarter to eight this
morning when I prodded “er indoors TM” awake. She was
supposed to be up early to be going in to the office today. Woops.
I made toast and had a
little look at the Internet and saw that my Baptist Minster friend was spouting
utter drivel on his “Prayers at Ten” podcast. He sounded rather croaky
this morning. Apparently his doctor has told him to keep quiet or he risks
damaging his voice more. However you can’t keep quiet and praise the lord at
the same time, and he was earnestly thanking his god for making him ill (for
no reason that made any sense to me).
I’ve mentioned before
that I feel very guilty about this chap. His father died when he was a toddler;
we met when we were five years old and he was so obviously latching on to any
man he saw as a father figure. He idolised one of our primary school teachers,
but the damage was done at Boys Brigade where he seemingly adopted the (very
religious) leader as a surrogate father. I can hear our old Boys Brigade
leader’s platitudes in what my old mate drivels on his podcasts.
Mind you his church
seems to be quite successful; if it turns out that I am completely wrong and
there is a god, I shall claim some of the credit for my old mate’s results.
With the weather
forecast giving the weather getting worse as the day went on, and seeing a
bright morning I took the dogs up to Kings Wood. As I drove the pundits on the
radio were interviewing Nadine Dorres. Once Secretary of State for Digital,
Culture, Media and Sport, she resigned with a rather nasty letter telling the
Prime Minster what she thought of him. Then (so it was claimed) she made
things difficult for the government because she didn’t get a peerage, and has
now written a book claiming that some
secret cabal is actually running the country and that this group are
responsible for the downfall of the last five Prime Ministers.
You’d think that if
there really was some secret illuminati behind the scenes they’d stop her book
being published, wouldn’t you?
We got to the woods; we
had a good walk. At one point I found myself with four dogs; we acquired one.
His mummy soon appeared and said that this little dog (a whippet about the
size of Morgan) had recently captured a squirrel. I was impressed.
Our walk went very
well… right up to the point where we were about a mile from the car when the
heavens opened. I was wet through to my pants by the time we got back to the
car.
Once
home the dogs had hot showers to warm them up, and they were soon snoring
whilst I carried on putting stuff back on to the bookcases, and putting it all
in some semblance of order. Somehow I’ve lost some DVDs; Auf Wiedersehn Pet
seasons three and four, Blake’s Seven seasons one and two have gone as
has the second season of The Young Ones and two seasons of Game On.,
and some films seem to be missing too. I’ve found a load of Star Trek hardback
books that I really don’t want. I wonder if anyone wants them? And “Daddy’s Little Angel TM”
says she don’t want her old Boyzone CDs if anyone wants them...
I loaded up all the
packaging from the bookcases and some bags of rubbish and took them up to the
tip. The tip was surprisingly quiet at half past mid-day. I wonder if that is
always a quiet time?
No day off work is
complete without ironing, and I ironed for two episodes of “Osmosis” in
which it turns out that the mad scientist’s girlfriend did love him all along,
she just didn’t like his invention and wanted to be his soul mate without a
computer having to tell him. And there was consternation when one of the
project’s beta-testers found out that his soul mate and perfect match was a bit
of a slapper and was only happy when doing the dirty deed with anyone else and
everyone else.
Our mad scientist was
consequently having trouble getting people to financially back his
computer-controlled device for finding true love. Strange, that. Mind you, “Osmosis”
was originally made in French. I can’t help but feel that (like the last
Netflix thing I watched – the Japanese “Alice in Borderland”) it lost an
awful lot in translation.
“er indoors TM” came home. Today was
her day in the office and she came home loaded up with shopping. She boiled up
pizza which we scoffed whilst watching more “Bake Off”.
I’m thinking about an early(ish) night;
for a rostered day off I’ve not stopped. I feel all-in. I’ve finally done over
six thousand steps today; the first time since going down with COVID… and when
we were out earlier I got a blister which has now burst.
Yuk.
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