I didn’t sleep that well. Having yet again woken far too
early I then only dozed, looking at the clock seemingly every ten minutes.
I eventually got up, made toast and watched more of “The
Forsyte Saga”. Half an episode… why do the makers of these programs make
them an hour and a quarter long?
I had a quick look at the Internet in case I’d missed
anything. For once I had - Last night was Hastings Bonfire Parade. Back in the
day that was one of our regular annual fixtures. We used to go down to Hastings
and meet up with family and friends some time in the early afternoon, set up in
our favourite Hastings pub (the First In Last Out) and have a go at
their beer list. By the time the procession came past the pub, I for one would
be away with the fairies. We’d then all stagger off following the procession to
the sea front to watch the bonfire and fireworks, losing each other as we
walked through the tens of thousands of people swarming about the place.
Eventually we’d find each other in time to say goodbye, and then walk over a
mile uphill to where we’d left the car (as every other parking space closer
had long since been parked in). And having tiddled over a hundred quid up a
wall I’d then spend the next day with a headache.
Perhaps it was as well that I’d forgotten that last night
was Hastings Bonfire Parade?
There was some utter tripe about farming in the Outer
Hebrides on the radio as I drove to work, so I switched to a different radio
station. I'd had a look at the schedules and saw that Desert Island Discs was
on Radio Four Extra this morning. Clare Balding was the castaway. She's
been in Celebrity Traitors recently and was rather interesting. It was a
shame that today’s program was a repeat from twelve years ago. It was
also a shame that the program was on DAB, and the reception for that is either
excellent or nothing. On the FM radio the program can get a bit fizzy when the
signal isn't good. With the DAB in my car there's either perfect reception or
utter silence with nothing in between. As I drove so the radio would
periodically just go silent.
I wish it wouldn't.
I'd left home earlier than I might. When I did the
early shift on Friday the journey to Pembury took an hour and a half. This
morning it took fifty minutes. I'd left home in the dark, and arrived at work
in the dark.
I had a cuppa and then did my bit. As I always say I don’t
mind working at the weekends when it is raining, and it was raining today.
It was raining as I came home. There was some alleged
comedy on Radio Four Extra as I drove. Starring Bernard Cribbins and Frank
Thornton it really was so dreadful that I found myself listening in disbelief
that something quite so dire would
warrant being on national radio. But fortunately for my nerves the reception
was as bad as it had been this morning, and after five miles I turned over to
Ivor Biggon on my memory stick.
It wasn’t that long ago that we would take the dogs to the
woods after an early shift, but it was raining and already getting a bit dark
when I got home, so I just announced that I was going to “FEED THE FISH”,
and the usual mayhem ensued.
I then cracked on solving geo-puzzles. Simple ones that I
could manage. As I puzzled “er indoors TM” boiled
up a chicken dinner which we scoffed whilst watching “Taskmaster”.
I really should have an early night – I’m feeling all-in.
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