I slept through till five o’clock this morning which was
something of a result, but I was aching when I woke. My leg was rather tender
from where I’d bashed it on Wednesday, and I ached from the gravelling I’d done
yesterday.
I watched an episode of “Back” on Netflix, then had
my usual look at the Internet. This morning it was especially dull; pretty much
nothing at all had happened overnight. But when I sparked up my Munzee app I
had a message. I’d been asked to beta-test their new blast facility. That was
nice.
As I walked out to my car I was rather surprised to see
signs up saying that the road was closed. What was that all about? There was
some cones up by the dentist, but the road was passable.
I took a circuitous route to work via the Ashford
Sainsburys. Partly to see what their petrol prices were, and partly to set off
my Munzee blast. And once blasted I drove up the motorway to work.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about the Pope's funeral which is
happening tomorrow. I must admit to being a tad miffed. When both my parents
died there was a delay of a month before a funeral could be arranged. But when
Muslims and Catholics die the funeral is almost immediate. What's that all
about?
And there was an interview with one of the head honchos in
the water industry who was talking about how bosses of water companies now face
up to two years in prison if their
companies are found to be polluting.
Part of me thinks this is right and proper; part of me
thinks this total about-face will be tricky for them. For years they've been
charged with making a profit above all else. Suddenly they are supposed to be
providing a public service. Mind you I suppose it is no different to civil
servants whose instructions change completely every so often depending on the
whim of which politician is calling the shots at any given time.
I got to Aylesford and went to the Sainsbury's there. Their
petrol is usually cheaper than the stuff in Ashford and by filling up there (rather
than in Ashford) I saved one pound and four pence. It pays to shop about
(if you are mean). Mind you the filling station in Aylesford never has
sandwiches before mid-morning so I drove over to their main supermarket to get
lunch. Unlike the co-op they had coronation chicken sandwiches. But their meal deal was twenty-five pence
more expensive than the co-op.
So in future I shall get lunch at the co-op and petrol at
Aylesford Sainsburys thereby saving one pound twenty-nine pence each time, and
will forego coronation chicken.
As I drove into work I suddenly realised that the car
wasn't making bashing noises every time I drove over a speed bump. That three
hundred quid I blew on the suspension yesterday was money well spent. The car
has sounded as though its bottom was about to drop off for months; the quiet
was unnerving. In retrospect I think the suspension must have been damaged when
I hit a pot-hole last September.
It seems odd that nothing was picked up when the tyre was replaced that day or at the MOT even though
I mentioned the noise both times.
I went into work and had a cuppa and had a go at Wordle before
I started. My first three attempts drew total blanks. And then I cracked on
with my day. For all that I grumble about the place, I am happy in my work. I
work with a decent bunch of people and very good bosses and am trusted to do
the job. Having spent several years where I could only claim one of those
three, I really can't complain.
And that coronation chicken sandwich was rather good too.
Eventually my time was up, and as I went homewards I really
noticed the car's having been fixed. There's a *lot* more speed bumps on
the way out of the car park compared to the way in.
“er indoors TM” boiled up cheeseburgers
and chips and we scoffed them whilst watching the first episode of the new season
of “Race Across the World” in which five teams made varying successes
and stuff-ups of getting from Beijing to Shanghai.
It looks so easy when you are watching from the comfort of
your own sofa.
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