I thought I heard new-next-door shouting
in the night. Did I? I don't know, but if she was it was nowhere near as bad at
the noisy sex noises that previous next-doors used to make. They were all funny
the first time but soon became rather tiresome. I wonder if they still do the
dirty deed at full volume at half past two in the morning wherever they are
now?
Over some toast I
watched another episode of "Harry Enfield and Chums"; whatever
happened to Harry Enfield? According to Wikipedia he's not done much
recently, but then what celebrities do last over forty years?
I
set off to work. I was rather surprised to see the corner shop shut at six
o'clock as I walked past. Back in the day “My Boy TM” used to
be there at six o'clock every morning to get organised for his paper round. But
come to think of it I've not seen a paper boy (or girl) for years. Are
paper boys (and girls) still a thing?
As I drove to Pembury I
found myself weaving in and out of an endless succession of dustbin lorries
which had all been parked in such a way to bung up the traffic. I can
understand being unlucky with one badly parked dustbin lorry, or even two. But
so many that I lost count spread over thirty miles. What was going on this
morning?
There was a lot of talk
on the radio about wages in the UK. Someone or other was being interviewed who
said that the average wage increase in the UK this year
was seven point three per cent and then started on about the "inflation
proof" jobs such as healthcare and education and much of the public
sector. It would seem that an "inflation proof" job is one
which doesn't get anything like an average annual wage increase, and
consequently no one wants to work in them. It amazed me that this was presented
as news.
There was also talk
about how the Northern Ireland Assembly still isn't functioning after a hiatus of two
years. Bearing in mind that the Democratic Unionist Party are the sticking
point here I'd be inclined to let the rest of the Irish parties involved form
their own assembly, and if the leaders of this assembly (likely Sinn Fein)
plump for independence form the UK then that will save us all a bob or two.
I got to work. I don't
mind doing the early shifts at Maidstone, but I have to be up silly-early for
early shifts at Pembury, and what with the journey home, I don't get home
especially early either. Having left home in the dark, I came home in the dark.
As I got home so my
phone beeped. I had a friend request on
Facebook
from some epically chested bimbo. Or more likely from some sad act pretending
to be an epically chested bimbo. I’ve not had quite so many of these lately; I
can’t help but wonder just what whoever posts this sort of thing hopes to
achieve.
Over the summer after
an early shift we’d go to the woods. But this evening was cold and dark, so
instead I puzzled over today’s
instalment of the Advent Calendar, then fell asleep for an hour or so.
“er indoors TM” sorted a rather good
dinner which we scoffed whilst watching last year’s Christmas “Lego Masters:
UK”, and the more I scoffed, the more my stomach became iffy; mind you it
hadn’t been right all day.
I might have an early night to see if that might settle my
innards…
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