I was wide awake and raring to go far too early this
morning. I got up and as I scoffed my brekkie I watched some utter drivel on Netflix about some
West Indian family living in London in the 1980s. I doubt I shall watch any
more.
I got dressed in the dark and went off to find my car.
Having no idea where I'd left it yesterday I was rather pleased to find it
right outside the house. I set off, and immediately did the first of the many
emergency stops I did this morning.
Back in the day when I cycled to work (which I did for
about fifteen years) I had lights on the front and back of my bike, and I
wore a bright yellow hi-vis vest. An hour before dawn this morning I lost count
of the amount of half-wits on bikes that I nearly ran over. Not one had any
lights on their bikes, all were clad entirely in black, and all had those
stupid ear buds in preventing them from hearing anything; least of all me
shouting at them.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were interviewing one
of the head honchos at Netflix who was talking about the popularity of one of
their subscription packages. If you
take this deal you don't get bombarded with adverts. Apparently they've done
research and found that the general public doesn't like adverts and tend to
fast-forward through them. If the public can’t fast-forward through them then
they go to toilet during the adverts or make a cup of tea, and it turns out
that if the public are forced to watch an advert for a particular product then
they are more likely to buy whatever it is from a competing company.
How long had it taken them to realise this?
And there was news from the Middle East. The Israelis have
killed the boss of Hamas but intend to continue the war anyway. I can
remember an interview on the radio about the situation in Gaza about five years
ago. People from all sides of the conflict were harping on about grievances
that happened twenty years before any of them were born. All admitted that no
one was prepared to give an inch, and all admitted the fighting would continue
indefinitely. The people being interviewed at the time all but admitted the
hatred they had for each other was so strong that they really would rather have
war than peace. And (as always) it is the little people that suffer.
I would say that five years later nothing has changed, but
today's interview on the matter was with someone whose accent was so think I
couldn't make out a word he was saying. I wish Radio Four would sort out their
phone interviews. They always go one of three ways.
The phone line keeps dropping out.
The interviewee mumbles and stutters.
The interviewee barely speaks English.
I got to work and did my bit. Today was rather busy. I
don’t dislike work, but it is seriously getting in my way. I spent much of
today looking out the window at rather good weather thinking about what I might
be doing in my garden.
But an early start meant for an early finish. I came home,
and saw my screws and drill bits and new wellies had arrived. I was rather
pleased about that. I then took the dogs out to the garden to do the “feed
the fish” ceremony. Treacle particularly likes “feed the fish”; she
gets very over-excited about it. As I feed the fish I give the dogs some fish
food. Are a few dried rice flakes really that good? The dogs certainly seem to
think so.
Mind you, Treacle was limping a bit… perhaps she needs to
take it easy? She’s getting rather old. And grey.
“er indoors TM” sorted some ribs
for dinner which we scoffed whilst watching The
Completely Made Up Adventures of Dick Turpin on Apple TV. It was rather
good; yet another show which seems to have slipped past most people. But what
with Sky and Amazon Prime and Apple TV there’s far too many channels to watch.
“er indoors TM” said I could
scoff a box of choccies she had for her birthday. Last year. Their best before
date was a year ago, but I scoffed them anyway.
I feel rather sick now.
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