I woke at half past one feeling like death warmed up.
I popped to the loo, went back to bed and woke four hours later feeling a lot
better. What was all that about?
I made toast with peanut butter - a jar had appeared
in the cupboard (as if by magic).
As I scoffed brekkie I watched an episode of "Black
Mirror". A world in which an automated system forces into endless
awful relationships as a prelude to finding your perfect soulmate... what if
that person is the first one you meet and the system says no?
Bearing in mind how bad the roads were last night I
made an early start and drove through the rain. There was quite a bit of idiot
driving going on today; so many people dangerously overtaking everyone else
just to get to the red traffic light a split second earlier.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about
the state visit of
President Trump. It was claimed that the British contingent is hoping for
all sorts of preferential trade deals, whilst all Mr. Trump wants is
photographs of him having tea with the King. All I know about the chap (Mr.
Trump, not the King), is what I hear and see of him in the media, and I can
hardly expect that to be impartial. But from what I see and hear he really does
seem to be to be on a par with some of the more simple-minded cub scouts with
whom I dealt all those years ago.
Meanwhile Science is about to clone
a Dodo. That'll be nice...
The rain had eased up by the time I got up the
motorway so I popped into Sainsburys for a sandwich. I could have got one from
the works branch of M&S but Sainsburys costs less, and has bigger portions
of better food. M&S seem to rely on a reputation which (in my
experience) is very unwarranted.
I got to work early, and as I had a few minutes I
treated myself to a couple of hundred calories of cheese scone. Last year I
used to have one of those every day. Last year I was a lot heavier and three
points off of a stroke.
Work was work. I came home (as I do) where “er
indoors TM” had boiled up a very
good bit of dinner which we washed down with a bottle of plonk whilst watching
Lego Masters: Australia.
And in closing today marks one year since we flew off
to Uzbekistan. In some ways that has gone fast; in other ways Tashkent seems a
lifetime ago.
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