With an alarm set I had another restless night. I woke
feeling full of energy and raring to go… at twenty past midnight. I then lay
awake for much of the rest of the night.
I eventually got up at five o’clock, made brekkie and
sparked up Netflix. With hundreds of things to choose from, nothing appealed. I
saw there was a second series of “The End of the F***ing World” so I
thought I might try that; I could vaguely remember liking the first series. But
I couldn’t really remember anything about it, so I started watching the first
series to remind myself. I don’t remember it at all, but it was entertaining
enough; two young psychos chum up and go off on a road trip.
I then had a quick look at the Internet in case I’m missed
much overnight. I rarely do, and today was no exception. But I had an email
about the household insurance. Exactly a year ago I wrote “I
had an email saying the household insurance was up for renewal… at over double
what I paid last year. …. Insurance companies are a pain in the glass (to coin
a phrase). They always do this – they send through a renewal at a ridiculous
price, and when you phone them to whinge they reduce the quote; often to lower
than what it was last year”.
This morning I had the renewal email saying they were
offering me the same policy as last year but two hundred pounds cheaper. I’m
seeing that as a result.
I set off to work. One advantage of the dark mornings is
that I can press the button on the car’s key and see the indicator lights
flashing from quite some way away so I know where the car is. I saw it from probably
about ten times the distance at which (at the last minute) I saw an
idiot on an e-scooter and then another idiot on a pedal bike. Both all in
black, with no lights on, half an hour before sunrise.
I drove to work listening to the pundits on the radio.
There were calls for the Archbishop of Canterbury to resign, and as the day
went on so he did throw in the sponge. Apparently
some bishop or other has been kiddy-fiddling. It was alleged that the
Archbishop had known about it for years but did nothing. Some official report
into the matter concluded that concluded that the errant bishop might have been
brought to justice ten years earlier had the Archbishop formally reported what
he knew to the police.
Perhaps the Archbishop reported it to God…
Personally I’m reminded of Bishop Peter of Sussex who was
everyone’s hero back in the day when I was a god-botherer. He turned out to be a wrong ‘un.
And there was talk about the COP29 international
climate change conference which has started in Azerbaijan. The
Prime Minister has gone, and is apparently proudly crowing about what the UK
are doing. But the Americans and the Chinese are no-shows. Without them being
on-board, anything the UK does will be little more than pissing in the wind.
Work was work; I was on an early shift today. Given the
choice I prefer those. I came home and “er indoors TM”
went out. She was off to the cinema with Cheryl and Lacey. I settled in front
of the telly and watched more episodes of “The End of the F***ing World”
until she came back.
She came back with KFC, which was something of a result.
Oh – and our Munzee clan got to level two today…
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