In a novel break with tradition I slept right through
until ten minutes before my alarm was due to go off. That was a result. I got
up, made toast, had a very quick look at a dull Internet and was in the car and
on my way west-wards before six o'clock.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about
a lot of things. About how the Israelis have got the arse because the UK
government is threatening to formally recognize the state of Palestine
if the Israelis don't improve their attitude. And there's no denying that it needs improving. The Israeli position
is that the UK is rewarding terrorism... The UK probably is, but at the moment
the way forward in Gaza seems to be to take the least crappy option, sure in
the knowledge that no matter what happens will only result in a very temporary
truce until they all find something else to fight about.
There's been a
massive earthquake which has set off tsunamis at
Hawaii and Japan. And there was talk about how the coffee giant Costa isn't the cash cow it
once was.
That made me think... As I walked in to the Pembury
branch of Tesco there was quite a queue at their coffee machine. I got chatting
with a bloke who was waiting his turn. He said he needed his coffee fix every
morning, and that a cup of coffee from that machine was three pounds fifty.
That's seventy quid a month. You can get a jar of decent coffee for less than a
fiver and that would last you for more than that month. And you can drink the
stuff in the comfort of your own home too. Still, I suppose that being coffee
it will get drunk. Unlike tea. What is it with tea drinkers? They never drink
more than a couple of sips of tea, let it get cold, and then chuck it away.
Watch any tea drinker - that's what they all do. My late great aunt Lily was
always banging on about having a nice cup of tea; she would get her nice cup of
tea, have one mouthful and the rest would get thrown away half an hour later.
I went in to the early shift. We'd all been dreading
today as the inspector was coming. Fortunately for everyone (except him)
he phoned in sick. Apparently the inspector was someone with whom I used to
work many years ago... someone I once considered a friend, but someone who
showed me the validity of the two hundred
and eighty fifth Rule of Acquisition. No good deed ever does go
unpunished.
As I worked my bank app told me that there had been
money going out of my account... to Tabeo Plans Ltd. Who are they? It turns out
that this is the new name for my dentist. You'd think they'd have something
dental-related in their name, wouldn't you?
I did my bit, but being on the early was good. I got
to go home early. A shame I didn't get home as early as I do when doing an
early shift at Maidstone, but early is as early does.
We did the “Feed The Fish” ritual, harvested a
bumper crop of dog dung, put on our boots and went down to Orlestone. We had a
rather good little wander round the woods. As we went I tried out my new Map My
Walk app. It doesn’t seem to do much that my GPS unit doesn’t do, but I only
take my GPS out when we’re on a geo-mission. I suspect it will be like my
birdsong app – I will use it at every opportunity for a month or so until the
novelty wears off, and then I will forget all about it until my phone says the
app has been put into deep sleep as I haven’t used it for ages.
We came home; I did my chair fitness workout and wore
myself out. For all that you don’t actually get off your arse the entire time,
that workout is hard work. I suppose that’s the idea of it.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a very good bit of chicken curry which we washed down with a bottle of Asda’s
finest whilst watching a couple of episodes of “Below Decks”.
I’d like to have enough money to charter a superyacht.
If I had, I wouldn’t, but I’d like to have that much money.
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