Every night the dogs come up to bed about an hour after
I’ve nodded off and bounce all over me and lick my head in utter excitement. On
the one hand it is incredibly sweet of them. On the other hand I wish they’d
just let me sleep.
I got up rather early this morning nd watched more of “The
Forsyte Saga” in which young Jolyon was killed at Mafeking and Irene-ey is
expecting, and is up the tub too.
I sparked up my lap-top and had a look at the Internet. It
was still there, and again I had endless adverts exhorting me to pay good money
to go watch Brighton and Hove Albion playing football. I can’t imagine why
anyone would watch football; let alone pay to do so. I realize that millions
love it, but I have to ask why? Seriously – what is the attraction? If you
watch five minutes of a game (be it kids kicking a ball round the park or
the word cup final) you really have seen all the game has to offer. (or I
have!)
I took care to let sleeping dogs lie in the hope that they
might take the hint, and got ready for work. It was very dark
and dismal as I set off this morning. I was up before the bin men, and arrived
at the petrol station just as the miserable one was removing the bollards which
they have out when they are closed.
I got my petrol, and set off west-wards through the
-hursts and the -dens listening to the pundits on the radio as I do. This
morning they were interviewing some very irate farmers. It would seem that up
until this year farmers had been paid to leave some of their fields
untended so that wildlife could grow, but this year the rules had changed,
there was different paperwork to fill in, and a lot of farmers didn't find out
until it was too late to plough up and plant up. Some were irate that they'd lost
money on the deal. Some were irate that wildlife habitats which had grown over
the years were just being demolished. Either way, it all seemed to be one big balls-up.
There was also talk about how the Ukrainian leader was visiting President Trump today, and
about how the Americans are trying to scupper some environmentally friendly shipping agreement. In
both cases everyone being interviewed took pains to point out that no matter
what you want from the Americans, you can get it if you swallow your pride and
suck up to Mr. Trump and tell him what a big man he is. Whenever he is
mentioned on the radio he is described in much the same way that I used to
describe the more simple-minded cub scouts (when I was very much involved
with the cub scouts). Surely the leader of the Western world isn't that
shallow? Is he?
As I drove through the endless drizzle I had to
chuckle at the weather forecast. Apparently the weather is going to turn at the
weekend and the current dry spell is going to end and we will have the first
rain for a couple of weeks... Don't these weather forecasters ever actually
look at reality. We've had drizzle and rain for the last couple of weeks.
Perhaps it will go dry at the weekend?
I got to work for the early shift and did my bit.
After a couple of hours I slipped off to get my flu jab. Just the flu
jab; this year they aren't offering the covid jab as well. If I want it I can
spark up my NHS app and pay for it. Ninety-eight quid...
But there were some freebies to be had. As well as the
injection I got given a a free pen and a choccie bar which went down very
nicely at tea break... even if it was a hundred and fifty calories that I
didn't really need. That's the trouble with choccie bars. They don't fill you
up, they are full of calories, and (when you have to pay for them)
they ain't cheap. Admittedly cheaper than a covid jab though.
And we had something of a buffet lunch as well; a
colleague had a big birthday last weekend. So much for the diet, eh?
“er indoors TM” boiled up dinner which
we scoffed whilst watching more “Celebrity Traitors” in which a celebrity
I’ve actually heard of got the heave-ho…
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