I woke up feeling rather grim. One of the girls at
work on Friday had a cold; have I caught it? I got up and hung out the washing
I’d put in during the night, put another load in, had a scrape and then stood
on the scales. My weight is holding constant just under fifteen stones. It
could do with being a lot lower, but it is slowly heading in the right
direction.
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. A
colleague is in Bali for a traditional wedding, and I did chuckle at the
photos. He’s got all the traditional Balinese clothing… except for the Nike
trainers.
Hatred and rhetoric still abounded on Facebook
following Saturday’s rallies in London. Those who didn’t march were accusing
those who did march of racism and hatred. Those who didn’t march were accusing
everyone else of not understanding the problem. Even though they were unable to
state what the “problem” actually was.
I Munzed, Wordled, and explained to the dogs that walk
would be later. They didn’t understand.
I drove the car over to the garage for its MOT. As I drove so the pundits on the radio were
talking about the recent
Israeli attack on Qatar. And as is so often
the case, rather than discussing current issues, the one being interviewed
started harping back to grievances from over thirty years ago. As I have said
before, no one in the Middle East is prepared to let bygones be bygones and
move on.
A bit like me, I suppose.
The plan for the morning was that I would sit and wait
for half an hour or so whilst the nice man in the garage worked his magic on my
car, then come home and do dog walk. The nice man said that I would have to sit
and wait until mid-day as they were busy. So I drove back home, collected the
dogs, drove the car back to the garage and walked the dogs back home. Two and a
bit miles in less than forty minutes; that was good going.
Once home I got out the lawn mower and gave the lawn a
once-over, and then voomed round with the bionic burner. As I bionically burned
so a passer-by asked what I was doing. She commented that she’d seen me with
the thing in the past, and thought it must be something to do with the weeds as
she’d noticed that my garden had very few weeds when compared to other gardens
up and down the road. I felt rather smug about that.
And then my phone rang. It was the garage. The car had
passed its MOT but only just. The brakes really needed new discs and pads.
Personally I’d rather have reliable brakes in the thing, and seeing how the car
was in the garage and they could do it today I asked them to sort it out. After
all, what is money for if not to squander foolishly?
I made us both a cuppa and thought about what else I
might have spent six hundred quid on. But I can’t complain really. That car
does a lot of miles; a round trip to work is fifty quid. And I do put money
aside for this sort of thing. I’d just rather spend it on something more fun,
or tiddle it up a wall.
Whilst I wated for the phone call saying the car was
ready I wrote up a little CPD, I did a YouGov
survey about banking, then logged on to chess dot com. It
gave me a free tutorial on queens (woof!) and three puzzles, then I
played chess with bots with varying degrees of success.
The garage called; the car was ready. Leaving Treacle
at home I just took the little ones. Treacle had a good walk earlier and she’s
an old lady.
Having walked home along the river earlier we walked
back to the garage through Newtown. Using the “Map My Walk” app I could
find out which was the quicker route. The quicker route was through Newtown –
five minutes faster and quarter of a mile shorter. Not that I will remember
that next time I need to walk to or from the garage. But regardless of which
way we walked, driving home was certainly quicker than walking.
I sat by the pond with the dogs for a bit reading my
Kindle. I seem to do that quite a bit these days. And as it got colder I came
inside and slept on the sofa for a couple of hours.
After a bit pf pizza “er indoors TM” went
bowling. I sparked up the telly and watched a surprisingly disappointing
episode of “Black Mirror” in which having been the passenger in a car
involved in a hit and run, some woman went on a psychopathic killing spree for
no adequately explored reason.
Today has been relatively dull, and I’ve got to go to
work tomorrow…
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