I made toast and watched another episode of “Back”
as I scoffed it before tuning in to the Internet. It was rather dull this
morning, but one thing caught my eye. Hastings council were selling (leasing) some
beach huts. Have you seen these beach huts? Many years
ago we got to borrow one on Mersea Island. They are just little sheds on the
beach. No running water, no electricity. Nothing but a shed. The ones in
Hastings are up for sale at forty thousand pounds each… and that’s rather cheap
as beach huts go.
I won’t be buying one, but there are plenty of people who
will be keen.
I set off to find my car. Last night when I came
home I drove round and round before finally finding a parking space three
streets away.
I drove round to the co-op to get a sandwich, then
headed off up the motorway to work on a rather foggy morning. As I drove
the pundits on the radio were talking about how President Trump had staged a rally for
himself last night in which he told anyone who would listen what a big
man he was. When I listen to him speak, he really does sound just like the more
simple-minded cub scouts used to sound. Utterly self-centred and with no
understanding or awareness of the world around him. You'd think he'd take some
lessons and coaching in the art of public speaking, wouldn't you? Unless what
he is spouting (and how he spouts it) is intended to impress the sort of
person who would be impressed by the boasting of a more simple-minded eight
year old.
Either way is rather worrying.
Mind you he did talk some sense when he said that
America needs to stop sending its troops to sort out everyone else's troubles,
and how American troops need to stop dying for things that are nothing to do
with them. He's got a point there.
This was followed by the sports news and my attention
wavered. The commentators really might as well have just said "blah-blah-sport"
for ten minutes for all that it interested me.
I got to work and did my bit on a surprisingly
busy day. As I worked I had an email. The Tree-Huggers (aka "The
Friends of Kings Wood") had been told by Forestry England that the
main car park at Kings Wood will be closed all day tomorrow. That will be a
pain in the glass. I shall have to organise another place to walk the dogs (and
myself) for tomorrow.
Co-incidentally as I drove home so “er
indoors TM” sent
a message. Did I want to meet her and the dog in Kings Wood for an evening
walk?
I’ve never seen the car park at Kings Wood so busy, or
the woods so full of people. We walked for two miles and met so many people. So
unlike when we go in the weekday mornings and have the woods pretty much to ourselves.
But we had a good walk.
We came home and over a bit of dinner we watched more “Tempting Fortune”
in which the most shallow and weak-willed are given temptations they won’t be
able to resist, and are then given guilt-trips by the more macho contestants.
Sadly whoever made the show has rather badly
miscalculated. The idea is that the contestants all start off with a massive
prize fund, and the cost of each temptation is deducted from that total.
However we’re now half-way through and the total cost of the temptations is
only about three per cent of the prize fund. At that rate I’d go for all the
temptations… especially when you consider that someone else is paying for it.
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