I didn't have the best night's sleep; I got the
impression there was a lot of to-ing and fro-ing going on, to say nothing of
dogs being told off. I gave up trying to sleep and got up before half past
five.
I made toast and watched the last episode of "Black
Mirror". What would you do if you find yourself porking your hitherto
platonic best mate in a virtual reality world?
I liked "Black Mirror"; sadly so far
there's no talk of another season.
I set off to find my car; in the past I've
commented that the bin men had left the emptied bins strewn all over the
pavement. This morning they'd made an effort to leave the pavement passable.
That was kind of them.
I set off to work and set the cruise control for
forty-nine miles per hour and drove through the stupidity that is Operation
Brock. No lorries were being held in the coast-bound lane, but (as always)
there were several cars that had mistakenly driven into it.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about
how the Israeli Prime Minister has got the arse. Perhaps I don't
listen to the right news channels? Perhaps the BBC are totally biased? But it
strikes me that no matter what atrocities the Israelis claim have been
done to them, they feel it is quite acceptable for them to do exactly the same
thing to others.
There was a lot of talk about the
Chagos Islands. Originally a British overseas territory, the UK has
handed the place over to Mauritius and is leasing back a military base on the
understanding that any military operations being launched from there are first
cleared with the Mauritian government - that’s the government
that's best of buddies with the Russians, the Chinese, and pretty much anyone
the UK might be picking a fight with.
And there was talk about the Hay Festival which got me thinking.
When we were in Uzbekistan last year we got rather chummy with a Welsh couple
who often spoke about the Hay Festival and how they enjoyed it and went every
year. For two weeks we were very friendly with these people... until we stepped
off the plane and have never seen or heard from them since.
There were twenty-seven of us on that holiday trip.
One is still on my Facebook list; the others went from being best of mates to
complete strangers at the drop of a hat. Such a shame. I suppose this is what
happens on these holiday tours? I suppose if (when) we go on others the
same will happen again?
I went to the Aylesford Sainsburys to get petrol (as
it is cheaper than Ashford) and there was a minor issue when I came to
pay. The card reader wouldn't accept the contactless payment and I had to stick
my card in the slot to pay. As I drove off, my watch beeped with a message that
my contactless limit had been reached.
But there was no problem with the contactless payments
when I paid for some shopping in Sainsburys, or when I topped up my pre-payment
at the works car park. What was that all about?
Work was work. I was tempted to get myself a cheese
scone before I started. A year ago I used to have one of those every day with a
cuppa as a second brekkie. Similarly I would pop into the works branch of
M&S on my way out and get a bag of chocolate covered Brazil nuts
to scoff on my way home. I've worked out that these two treats accounted for
half my daily calorie allowance...
Calorie counting can be scary.
I did my bit and came home (without a bag of
chocolate covered Brazil nuts) and drove down the Operation Brock bit,
taking rather longer to get home for no apparent reason; there couldn’t have
been more than half a dozen vehicles driving down the lane reserved for
Operation Brock.
By the time I got home there wasn’t really time for a
walk in the woods…Instead we had an evening of watching drivel on the telly…
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