Having had a few decent nights’ sleep, with an alarm
set I had a terrible night. I gave up trying to sleep at five o’clock, got up
and made toast. As I scoffed it I turned the telly on. Bearing in mind I’d
slept through “Squid Game” the other day I didn’t bother with that.
Instead I watched an episode of “Black Mirror” which was rather good,
even if I was continually wondering what I’d seen two of the actors in. One had
been a religious
nut in “Plebs”, but I never did work
out who was the actor playing the doctor.
I then had my usual root through the internet. Not a
lot had happened overnight for once. Perhaps I was up too early? I Munzed, got
Wordle (llama) on the fourth attempt, and got ready for work.
I drove round to Sainsburys to get petrol. Her
who used to be the cantankerous old bat on the till was rather chirpy today,
and has been the last few times I've been in there. I wonder what's cheered her
up?
I headed off west-wards through the -hursts and the
-dens and all the temporary traffic lights listening to the pundits on the
radio spouting their drivel as they do. Today there was a lot of talk about how
local councils are being urged to go to the courts to prevent local hotels
being used to house the illegal immigrants. It would seem that the driving
force behind this is that odious Nigel Farage. In the past, the leaders of
political parties haven't got involved with local politics; it would seem that
now some of them do. A vote for Reform UK at the recent local elections
looks to have been purely a vote for Nigel Farage... not that Reform UK is a
political party. It started off as a private
limited company, with Farage holding the majority
of shares. He's since sold most of them off, but Reform UK remains a company
and not a political party. A subtle distinction, but one that will come back to
bite us all on the arse at some point I expect.
And then there were no end of so-called experts
talking about what might be expected of an international peace-keeping force
should there be a cease-fire in the ongoing Ukrainian conflict. There was all
sorts of speculation about the RAF having to shoot down Russian missiles and
Russian fighter planes... no one seemed to be able to explain why anything
Russian would have to be shot down if it was Russia who was one of the parties
declaring a cease-fire.
I got to Pembury where petrol was eleven pence a litre
more expensive than it had been at home, and then cracked on with work. Which
was rather less arduous than yesterday's supposed day off had been. The idea of
semi-retirement was that I would carry on working but have more time at home
and so start to wind down and take life a bit easier. However it seems I'm
actually going in to work for a bit of a rest. Yesterday I did over twenty-one
thousand steps. We’ve just polished off a bottle of plonk and I’ve only just
got over four thousand steps…
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