With an alarm set I didn’t sleep very well. I woke at
quarter past two and then just dozed on and off before finally giving up and
getting up at half past five.
I watched more of “The Forsyte Saga” in which Soames
was trying it on with Irene-ey, and Jolyon was off to fight in the Boer war.
I’ve heard of the Boer war; I really should educate myself and find out what it
was all about. Sadly history was something that school made a point of killing stone
dead.
I had a little look at the Internet to see if I’d missed
much overnight. I rarely do, and this morning was no exception. Nothing much
had happened that anyone felt worth reporting, no one was having a birthday… so
I Munzed, got Wordle (spoof) on the fifth attempt and got ready for
work… wearing a pair of new trousers that I’d found in the cupboard that were
considerably smaller than my usual work trousers that I’ve been wearing for the
last year.
I set off to work on a dark foggy morning. Being a
dark foggy morning you would think that cyclists would have had their lights on
and not be riding like idiots down the unlit roads, wouldn't you?
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about
the situation in Gaza. For all that President Trump is expecting to end up with
a Nobel Peace Prize, those in the know were saying that what was a war zone a
week ago is now an anarchy with no authority replacing the warring factions
he's had chivved out of the place, and sadly the peace process isn’t expected to last.
And there was a lot of talk about the prices charged by vets. There's calls to have
vets either charge a lot less, or make it known that the stuff they prescribe
can be bought far cheaper on-line. a couple of people were wheeled on claiming
that what they paid their vet sixty quid for could be bought off the Internet
for sixteen quid. As I've said before, it pays to shop about.
And there was a lot of talk about global temperatures going through the roof. Somewhat ironic since
as I drove I found myself following a double decker bus. As it turned corners
in front of me, I could see there wasn't any passengers on it. It didn't stop
to let anyone on of off at all in the fifteen miles between Ashford and
Cranbrook, and unlike my car, the bus's engine didn't automatically stop at any
of the traffic lights we met along the way. Instead it carried on belching out
foul smoke.
And they say buses are the green way forward...
I got to work. I’d not been at work for a couple of weeks.
Back in the day I used to feel physically sick about going back to the toxic
environment where I used to work. I quite liked going back to work this
morning. Everyone was friendly; I was trusted to get on with the work and not
micro-managed with suspicion and contempt.
I had a surprisingly full-on day, and in the two weeks that
I’d been off the nights had certainly drawn in. It was getting dark when I left
work, and very dark when I got home.
I came home to find “er indoors TM”
boiling up a rather good bit of scoff. She does that. We had a bottle of plonk
with it too…
Being at work I only walked four thousand steps today. My
average over the last two weeks was over ten thousand per day…
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