Morgan jumped off the bed at three o’clock this
morning. I got up to take him outside; he jumped back on the bed and into the
warm spot I’d just left. And that was it for sleep for the night. I got up at
five o’clock and watched an episode of “Years and Years” which was again
oh so prophetic.
I had a quick Munz, then got ready for work.
I went to the co-op this morning to get a sandwich...
Oh dear. The selection of sandwich wasn't good, the snack selection (as part of
the meal deal) left a lot to be desired, and the till had very little change.
Sainsburys do better food cheaper... Sadly smaller shops can't compete with the
supermarkets.
As I drove up the motorway the pundits on the radio
were talking about the government's new scheme to bring
in "digital ID" which will make
things much harder for illegal immigrants to get cash in hand work. Personally
I can't see how. All the thing does is show that someone has the right to work
in the UK. If an employer doesn't want to pay over the odds for staff, they
aren't going to fanny about asking for ID; they are going to go to the cheapest
bidder. Aren't they? Employers are already obliged not to employ people who
can't legally work in the UK (for what that’s worth!). What does this
digital ID change?
Meanwhile the head honchos at Kent County Council
and Ashford and Dartford borough councils are asking for the Eurostar to start calling at Ashford and
Ebbsfleet again… which is all to impress the voters, isn’t it?. These councils
have no power over the Eurostar. Who does have power over the Eurostar? Us. The
people who make the service profitable (or not) and who never used it
when we had the chance. I used it once, and even then, someone else was paying.
I got to work, and was very conscious that I spent a
lot of time sitting at the microscope. My step count is noticeably down when I
am at work; about a third of that of a day off when I take the dogs to the
woods. So I did a few sums and worked out that in order to hit my step goal (what
I effectively see at the bare minimum number of steps I should be doing) I
needed to walk up and down the department one hundred and fifty times. I tried;
it got a tad tedious.
And then I had a meeting. I won't dwell on the
meeting; I'll just say that back in the day when I was a manager I used to have
lots of them, and I don't miss them. I quite understand the importance of
getting everybody’s opinions, forming a consensus and moving together as a team…
but personally I’d rather just be given instructions.
“er indoors TM” boiled up ribs
and chips which we scoffed whilst watching another episode of “Destination X”
in which thick people queued up to proudly show off their ignorance. How can
anyone get to their mid-twenties and not know what a horseshoe is? Today’s
episode might well have been from the German cabbage-growing region of Dummkopf
Schweinhund for all that our heroes could determine.
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