I slept well. As I made toast I saw one sparrow was
braving trying out the new feeder. It's a bit high for the pigeons, but I
expect they will get the hang of it eventually.
As I scoffed toast I watched half an episode of "Orange
is the New Black", then taking care not to wake anyone I got ready for
work.
I drove off towards the petrol station where it was
all kicking off. Some idiot was standing at the petrol pump brandishing the
petrol nozzle as though it was a weapon; waving it at any passing cars or
customers. The petrol station staff were shouting over the Tannoy
that he had to stick the nozzle into his car's petrol tank, and the more they
told this bloke, the more he waved it around. I got my petrol and went in to
pay where the staff were getting more and more frustrated with this chap.
Another customer went out and told him to stick the nozzle into his car's
petrol tank; he glared at the petrol station staff, put the nozzle back into
its holder and drove off...
I headed off to work; being at Pembury today I drove
west-wards through the -hursts and the -dens and through five sets of temporary
lights. As I drove the pundits on the radio were interviewing some official of
the Israeli government asking why they are shooting people who are simply trying
to get food from the depots that they themselves have established. The
fellow flatly refused to answer, and claimed that his side were the victims of
the piece. They might have been at the start of this current bit of the ongoing
decades of conflicts, but not any more. There comes a time when both sides have
to make concessions, but sadly the chap being interviewed felt that it was
totally reasonable for the Israeli government to demand whatever they like and
to expect everyone else to kowtow to them.
And there was a lot of talk about Nigel Farage. He
seems to be getting ever more popular; proof of the old adage that you really
can fool all of the people all of the time so long as you talk loudly and
confidently. He's put the
wind up the Tories (again).
I got to work a bit earlier than I needed to. I do
that so's I can have a cuppa before I start. As I cuppa-ed I had a look at the
Internet through my phone. I had another dubious
friend request on Facebook from someone who would seem to have more chest
than sense. You'd think that Facebook would have algorithms to sort that sort
of nonsense, wouldn't you? They have bots that spot key words in posts and ban
you for using them, no matter what the context.
Work was work. I did my bit and came home again. Through
all the temporary traffic lights.
Once home I had a quick blast through my chair workout.
For all that I’ve been at it for over a week, I’m still finding it hard work,
which is probably a good thing.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a
rather good bit of dinner which we washed down with a (sadly grim)
bottle of Sauvignon Blanc whilst watching another episode of “Quantum Leap”
which was rather good, and then an episode of “Below Deck” in which
incredibly rich people pay far too much money to charter a yacht crewed by a
bunch who are all amazingly far too immature to do the job for which they are
being paid.
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