I had a reasonable night's sleep; better than many I've had
recently. But I was still wide awake at five o'clock. I got up, and stood on
the scales as I'd forgotten to do so yesterday, and was rather chuffed to see
that I'd lost some weight... which was surprising bearing in mind Saturday
night's pig-out.
As I watched telly I could hear that not-so-nice-next-door
was also up. She's something of an early bird, and some mornings she shouts
"Oi!-Oi!-Oi!" for ten minutes like she did today at quarter
past six. Not especially loud, but loud enough to be heard over the drivel I
was watching on the telly. Was she doing some sort of exercises?
With telly watched I had a quick look at the Internet as I
do. Not much had happened overnight. I sent birthday wishes to Gordon, and
pondered over my emails. My Credit Karma score has gone up by eleven points
whilst my Experian score has fallen by nineteen. Bearing in mind that both
effectively measure the same thing, I have to
wonder how does that work?
I set off to work. As I drove up the motorway the pundits
on the radio were talking about some bill in the House of Lords which is
supposed to make sure that singers and actors get their bit when recordings of
them are used by AI generators. A rather obscure point took up a lot of
air-time; the most surprising bit of which was the discovery that him who
played "Gay Colin" in Eastenders is now a lord. Whilst
playing one of the first openly gay characters on TV was rather
ground-breaking, I found myself wondering if that warranted being made a lord?
It turns out the chap has been rather (very) active in political
circles. A bit like him who played Baldrick in Blackadder.
Perhaps I should get all political and I might be a sir or
a lord.
I got to work and as I walked through the car park I brandished my phone.
Last night I'd downloaded a bird song recognition app. It detected robins and
blackbirds in the garden, and this morning it identified wrens in the works car
park. Mind you for all that I've seen blackbirds and robins in the back garden,
I have absolutely no idea whether there really are wrens in the works car park.
I'm taking the app entirely on trust,
I did my bit at work, and being on an early we had time to
take the dogs to Orlestone this evening. While we were there my bird song app
detected blue tits and chiff-chaffs and blackcaps and haddock and rhododendrons…
nine different species of bird including a goldcrest which is apparently “uncommon”.
And in closing today I'll make the observation that
Operation Brock is being brought back
tomorrow. So much for the new Reform UK county council doing away
with it. To quote our new county councilor “A promise made is a promise kept”
and since he never actually promised anything I suppose I might be being a tad
harsh. I’ll send him an email, but to my mind he’s already fallen at the first
hurdle.
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