I had an early night last night, but was wide awake at
half past two this morning. I managed to nod off again, but had a very vivid
dream in which I went on a foreign holiday with someone with whom I used to
work thirty years ago, and I was clad only in a bath towel. I woke up in a
sweat just after three o’clock, and despite trying to get back to sleep, that
was it for the night.
I made toast, watched an episode of “Orange is the
New Black” then had a little look at te Internet. I’d missed a birthday
yesterday; Ron
Mael (the one with the moustache in Sparks) was
eighty yesterday. Eighty, and he’s still touring the world and performing. He
either must need the money, or he loves it.
There wasn’t much else happening on-line (it was
probably far too early) so trying not to wake anyone I got ready for work.
I drove up the motorway on a rather foggy morning. As
I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about a government initiative to
provide everyone aged under twenty-two with free
bus transport… which would be all very well *if* there
were buses on which to get free transport. Various experts were wheeled on
bemoaning how few buses there are these days, but no one seemed to want to
tackle the underlying issue that buses aren't a public service any more. They
were all sold off to private investors as money-making businesses many years
ago, and like any money-making business if they don't turn a profit then they
stop running. Some councillor from the West Country was whinging that where he
lives there is only one bus every two hours. I looked at a bus only the other
day and commented to “er indoors TM” that
it was a rather huge vehicle to be carrying only one passenger. It ain't rocket
science, is it?
And there was talk of a new
quantum computer which can do in a second what a
so-called super-computer would take years to do, and the thing uses less power
than an electric kettle. The thing works very differently to standard
computers, but the details were rather sketchy. What wasn't sketchy was the
implication that the average person in the street would be too stupid to
understand how it worked. I thought that was rather harsh (and rather rude)
for national radio, but looking
it up on Wikipedia that
might have an element of truth in it.
I stopped off in Sainsburys where there was a minor
row kicking off. Some item had been priced at seven pounds, but the
self-service till wanted thirteen quid for it. The young assistant was
shrieking at the supervisor asking what she was supposed to do. There's never
anything as amusing as other people's problems, is there?
I got my usual coronation chicken sandwich, hummus dip
and bottle of water and saw that the meal deal was twenty pence more expensive
than it was the last time I got one. That's a five per cent increase.
I went in to work to a surprisingly busy early shift
which was rather complicated by the vagaries of the Miltenberger blood group
system. But being on an early is always a result.
The plan was to come home and take the dogs to the
woods. Instead I came home to torrential rain. It didn’t last long, but long
enough that the woods would have been a mud bath. So instead I just did my
twenty-minute chair workout and worked up quite a sweat.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a
rather good chili which we washed down with a rather decent (if rather cheap)
bottle
of plonk. And with dinner scoffed I shared some cheesy biccies with the
dogs.
As we scoffed and drank we watched another episode of “Lego
Masters: Australia”. There’s some seriously talented people on that show…
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