Yet another restless night. I actually had a bit of an
early night last night bit was awake at two o’clock. I dozed and fidgeted
before finally giving up and getting up at five o’clock. I made toast and then
watched a bit of Netflix as I sorted undercrackers, then had my usual morning’s
rummage round the Internet.
I was immediately faced with an advert for a roofing
company in Texas. These people have paid good money for me to see that advert…
personally if that were me paying the money I wouldn’t be impressed.
I munzed, and got ready for work.
Rain was hossing down as I left home - I was rather
glad I'd been able to park outside the house yesterday. I drove round to the
co-op to get lunch where I met with disaster. They had no coronation chicken
sandwiches, and the nice co-op lady said they'd been discontinued. That was a
pain in the glass - I like a coronation chicken sandwich. I made do with a
mango chicken tikka one instead, and in a fit of pique filled their
self-service machine with all the small change in my pocket.
I set off to work up the motorway. I was rather
pleased to see that the Operation Brock stupidity had been taken away. I've
heard it said that the only reason that the barrier is ever brought into play
is to try to justify the massive waste of money spent on it in the first place.
Does the thing actually ease congestion at the ports? Bearing in mind there's
rarely anything held in the Operation Brock bit, I somehow doubt it.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about
the latest peace talks about the situation in
Ukraine. This lot of talks seem to be doomed to failure as the American's
head negotiator hasn't shown up. Apparently they have something else in mind;
allegedly a peace deal in which the Russians get given Crimea and quite a
bit of the territory they've now captured, and the Ukrainians get squat.
Understandably the Ukrainians aren't at all keen on this idea... perhaps they
should have told Mr. Trump what a big man he was when they had the chance? As
Russell (from Sparks) once sang "Might makes right when you are
wrong".
Apparently the side coming out on top will be those
prepared to make the best trade deal with the USA. Or so it was claimed.
And there was also a lot of talk about Elon Musk stepping back from his involvement
with the US government. He wants to concentrate on his car business which is
going down the pan. You'd think it rather obvious that if you go round pissing
people off, they aren't going to buy your cars any more, wouldn't you?
Being on an early start meant for an early finish. I’d
deliberately swapped into the early shift today as there was a met-up of
hunters of Tupperware in Viccie Park. The rain had stopped so “er
indoors TM” and I took the dogs along, and we met up
with old friends and stood about chatting. Some visiting geocachers showed up –
it was a shame that they were terrified of the dogs.
An added bonus was that when I came to log my
attendance on-line I was awarded with a virtual cake and a virtual souvenir.
We came home to a rather good curry and a bottle of Liebfraumilch
which we devoured whilst watching the Christmas episode of “Bake Off”.
Sadly all the contestants were soap stars, and consequently I had no idea who
anyone was.
And in closing, today isn't St George's day.
It turns out that church law says that you can't have any saint's days
in the week after Easter. One lives and learns.
Waving the flags and shouting "Ing-Ur-Lund!"
has been postponed until next Monday. Or so I’m told.
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