I was awake far too early again. I get rather fed up with
falling asleep at the most stupid times and being wide awake at four o’clock in
the morning.
I stayed in bed until six o'clock, then got up. Once I’d
watched an episode of “Back” I had a look at the Internet to see what
was going on.
Our Munzee clan had finally reached our monthly target with
one day to go. For us all to get our rewards we all have to achieve certain
things. I’d done my requirements two weeks ago; some people seem to drag it
out. But we got there in the end, which was the main thing.
And I had a couple of emails; the Philippine goat farm I sponsored
would seem to be in profit. And the hospice where my mother died sent an email
asking for donations. This is entirely what is wrong with the entire hospice
system. All the time people are fundraising for them, no government of any
political party will ever fund them properly.
As I walked out to my car I was rather miffed to see
loads of parking outside the house. So often I can never park anywhere
near home when I come home, but by the time I'm about to shove off out so
everyone else has driven away.
I went round to the co-op for a chicken salad
sandwich, carrots & houmous dip and a bottle of water, then set off up the
motorway to work. As I drove, the pundits on the radio were broadcasting from a
beauty parlour in Ukraine. Apparently only a couple of miles from the front
line, this place is doing a roaring trade in haircuts and botox injections.
Apparently even though there's a war raging, people still want to look their
best, or so it was claimed.
And there was an interview with Sir Ed Davey, the
leader of the Liberal Democrats. It would seem that they are looking set
to get annihilated in Thursday's elections. With only two days to go we've only
had any election stuff through the door from the Greens and Reform UK. Sir Ed
was blaming it all on Brexit. Part of me thought that it's too late to whinge,
Brexit happened, suck it up. And part of me thought he had a point. As I drove
up the motorway there were far more European cars and lorries on the road than
British ones, and as Sir Ed said, Brexit wasn't thought out at all, and we are
still making it up as we go along.
I got to the works car park, and with a little time to
spare I went on a little mission to find a place to hide a little geocache. As
I wandered about the local streets so some chap in a wheelchair trundled up and
asked if he could help me. I told him I was fine. He didn't believe me,
and started following me. All the way into work and up to the swipe-card
controlled door. I went in, and this chap peered in through the glass panel for
a few minutes before finally clearing off.
Work was work; it usually is. As I worked a colleague
was having a grumble about her neighbours. Where she lives has a communal
grassed area. Like all communal grassed areas the place was a tad bare and
neglected, and one of her neighbours has taken to planting flowers and making a
feature of the place. She's got her solicitor to write to him to tell him to
remove the flowers. I couldn't work out why.
The roads how were rather busy this evening; I was
rather late getting home. “er indoors TM” boiled
up a rather good dinner which we scoffed whilst watching the second episode of “Tempting Fortune”
in which the decent people got shafted by the self-centred.
As Oliver hardy once remarked, “twas ever thus”.
Today was a tad dull. And being at work I walked about
ten thousand steps less than I did yesterday when not at work.
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