Last night I went to bed just before eleven o'clock
and slept for less than two hours. I then dozed fitfully for a bit. When I
finally nodded off again I had a rather vivid nightmare in which I was recalled
to Canterbury hospital who wanted me to be in their Olympic team. Apparently
due to some clerical mistake I'd been identified as a strong contender in the
cross county running whilst eating cheese sandwiches event. It sounds rather
daft in the cold light of day, but it was rather unnerving last night.
I got up at five o'clock and watched a rather good
episode of "Black Mirror". How much money would it take for
you to say that black was white and abandon all of your principles and moral
standards?
As I watched so I heard the bin men coming up the
street. They weren't shouting today, but they weren't being quiet as they
hoiked the bins about.
I got dressed and wandered off to find my car. It was
where I'd left it last night; it usually is. As I drove west-wards I listened
to the pundits on the radio. Apparently the summit meeting the other day
between President Trump and President Putin was a resounding success... for Mr.
Putin. Having been greeted by Donald Trump the international exclusion of
Russia is officially over. That was (so it was claimed) all that Mr.
Putin wanted, and his not agreeing to anything at all was just an added bonus
for him. Nothing at all seems to have changed on the ground in
Ukraine.
Mind you, it all might be rather academic if the West Antarctic Ice Sheet collapses
which is looking more and more likely. For all that this can hardly be
considered to be news, the scaremongers are warning of a sudden rising of sea
levels by ten metres. At the risk of looking after number one, I'll make the
observation that my house is about forty metres above sea level. At the
moment...
I popped in to Tesco on my way to work and it was then
that my phone beeped. The geo-Feds had a minor hiccup with that Whierigo I
created yesterday. Nothing two minutes on the Internet couldn't sort, and with
that sorted I got on with the early shift.
Work was work, and despite not having the best of days
I was soon on the way home. Once home “er indoors TM” and
I took the dogs down to Orlestone. Treacle tried to pick a fight with a
particularly loveable Labrador, Bailey disappeared down a rabbit home, and “er
indoors TM” collected acorns for squirrels.
Personally I saw that as collusion with the enemy, but what do I know?
We came home for fish and chips which we devoured
whilst watching this week’s episode of “Star Trek: Strange New Worlds”.
It was rather good…
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