It was after midnight before I got to bed last night.
I always know when I'm having a late night when one or more of the dogs comes
up with me. I woke just before three o'clock, went to the loo, and didn't
really get back to sleep again after that.
I gave up trying to sleep and got up at half past
five. I watched an episode of "Back", then loaded that
which I could into the dishwasher, and scrubbed that which wouldn't fit. Taking
care not to wake anyone I got ready for work, set the dishwasher going, and set
off.
Not-so-nice-next -door was outside washing her car at
half past six this morning. I gave her a cheery "Good Morning";
she replied with a grunt. I don't know what I can do about her; despite my best
efforts she's just hard work. The last time I had any dealings with her she was
claiming that I was throwing shitted nappies and cans of Red Bull over the
fence.
As I drove up the motorway the "Farming Today"
program was on the radio. Today's was rather different to the usual thing they
put on. They were broadcasting from a potato farm in Northumberland. This farm
nearly went bankrupt a few years ago, and it came to light that the chip shop
down the road was getting their chips from Egypt. Not spuds. Chips. The chip
shop didn't want potatoes. They wanted chips which were ready to go into the
fryer. It turns out that few people want spuds any more; most people seem to
want them already chipped or baked or roasted or Jenga-ed (Did you know that
Jenga fries are a thing?)
or just ready to scoff.
And so the potato farmer built a huge factory to turn
his spuds into whatever the punters want, and now he's laughing all the way to
the bank.
I had a dodgy five minutes on the motorway. As you
come up to junction six on the M20 there's a little slip lane for traffic
wanting junctions six or five. Someone had come into that lane, realized he
should have stayed on the main motorway, and was reversing back straight at me.
As I swerved round the idiot, he had the cheek to give me the V-sign.
I got to work and did my bit. I wasn't supposed to be
working today, but my colleague who was on had called in sick yesterday. As I
have said many times before, if I had my time again I'd work somewhere that
periodically puts up a "closed" sign. But it was rather grey
and overcast as I worked. I don't mind working if I'm not missing much.
The weather stayed grey, but perked up a little when I got
home. “er indoors TM” and I took the dogs down to
Orlestone where we had a good walk. Once away from the car park we walked for
over two miles without being bothered by anyone else.
There was a minor hiccup when we got back to the car. Some
chap asked if we’d seen a little black and white dog. We hadn’t. His dog had
gone missing this morning, and he was off to look round the woods again. I once
lost Morgan and Bailey in those woods for twenty minutes and was panic
stricken. But this dog had been missing for over six hours. I didn’t say
anything but he could have run to Ashford or to the coast in that time.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a very good
bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching yesterday’s episode of “Doctor
Who”. Last week’s episode was something of a disappointment, but the one we
watched today was excellent. Sadly unless you are a sad anorak like me, the
references to episodes of Doctor Who from sixty and forty years ago wouldn’t
have meant much.
But they did to me…
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