I had an alarm set last night... I woke in a sweat at
two o'clock. I got out of bed and onto the duvet (as opposed to under it)
and lay awake for three more hours before giving up and getting up.
Rather than scoffing toast I scoffed the leftovers
from last night's dinner as I watched an episode of "Orange is the New
Black", then had a little look at the internet as I do. Squabbles
abounded; fortunately unlike yesterday's squabbles these weren't ones I had to
moderate. Today's arguments were petty and trivial (as they always are),
and as is so often the way those who were the most vocal in picking their
verbal fights were demonstrably the ones who were the most keen to show their
ignorance.
As I got dressed I listened to the bin men shouting up
and down the road at each other. They really don't have to be that noisy, but I
suppose they feel that if they are awake then so should everyone else be awake.
As I drove up the motorway through the utterly unnecessary
Operation Brock stupidity the pundits on the radio were interviewing some posh
woman (I have no idea who she was) about an initiative to have Latin taught in schools. The whole thrust of
this initiative is that Latin is perceived as the purview of the upper classes
when it could be studied and enjoyed by all. You would have thought that, with
that in mind, they would have got someone who didn't sound quite so upper class
on the radio, wouldn't you?
Mind you this initiative has probably got a point.
When I was at school I had a choice between studying Latin or German... I say
"I had a choice". I had no choice. Sadly there was absolutely
no way that I would have been allowed to study German because of parental
prejudices about a war that was over twenty years before I was born. But even
if there had been a different option, my father was adamant that I studied
Latin because (as he insisted) "clever people do Latin".
I quite enjoyed it; not so much the language as learning all about the Roman
culture. But my "O" level in Latin has been of absolutely no
use whatsoever to me whereas an "O" level in German might well
have been. I've been to Germany where I was utterly unable to communicate with
anyone in their native language, but if you want to have a conversation with a
dead Roman, I'm your man.
I popped into Sainsbury on the way to work to get a
sandwich. They didn't have coronation chicken, so I roughed it with beef and
horseradish, and got some tennis balls for Treacle to lose at Dog Club
tomorrow.
Work was work; it usually is. The horseradish sandwich
was OK I suppose.
Not being on an early I didn’t get out early (obviously).
The chap who was on the early shift took a short lunch break today to get out a
tad earlier than usual. He was planning to dash to the railway station and
embark on a frankly epic journey to Edinburgh where he planned to arrive in the
small hours tomorrow morning. Sooner him than me…
“er indoors TM” kicked
off the birthday weekend by getting kebab for dinner. We scoffed kebab whilst
watching the latest episode of “Star Trek; Strange New Worlds”. It was
rather (very) good.
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