I hadn’t been asleep long last night when I was woken by
Morgan shoving his nose in my face to say hello. Once he was sure I was awake
he then settled. I eventually nodded off only to have Bailey licking my hand
until I fussed her. She eventually settled, and I then slept through till four
o’clock. I lay awake for a while, gave up trying to sleep, got up and watched
half an episode of “The Forsyte Saga” in which Irene-ey went on a
holiday to Paris and was particularly popular with the barman.
I sparked up my lap-top which told me that Facebook has a
new policy. I can use it without adverts if I pay three quid a month. I decided
to carry on with the free version for now. I sent out birthday wishes, and
seeing not a lot had changed overnight I got ready for work.
It was dark as I left home. Very dark, and the
motorway was surprisingly busy. A combination of being pitch black and so much
traffic going far too fast had me effectively stuck in the slow lane all the
way to Maidstone.
As I drove there was a lot of talk about yesterday's
by-election in Wales in which the Welsh Nationalists won what had been a safe Labour seat for over a hundred
years. Reform UK did quite well as well and as is always the case the
pundits on the radio were making great show about how this was a vote of no
confidence for the Westminster government. And as is always the case everyone
ignored that this is what happens in any by-election relatively early in the
term of a government. One of the many troubles with democracy is that any
government of any party has to make hard decisions, but still have to suck up
to a (frankly) thick electorate who will hand power to anyone who tells
them what they want to hear rather than what they need to hear. As Oliver Hardy once remarked, "twas ever
thus".
And there was talk about Donald Trump who has broken off all trade negotiations
with Canada after someone or other in Canada said rude things about the tariffs
that Trump loves so much.
Some expert being interviewed was quite open that
everyone needs to realise that Donald Trump is "erratic" and
this is the sort of behaviour that the world should expect from him. It was
quite clear that expecting “presidential” behaviour from him was a waste
of time.
I can't help but wonder if he *really* was the
best candidate the Republican party could come up with... or is this just
another case of a gullible electorate being too thick to realise that
politicians will say that sh*t is sugar in order to get your vote. Democracy,
eh?
I stopped off at Sainsburys to get lunch. There was a
lot of shelf filling going on, and I had to chuckle at the supervisor who was
bossing the shelf fillers about in much the same way that I used to chivvy
recalcitrant cub scouts. I tried not to laugh out loud.
And then it was on to work for the early shift. Yesterday when I wasn’t working it hosed hard
all day. Today was a lovely bright day, and I spent much of the day sulking
about it.
At tea break one of my colleagues was having a minor
whinge about management. Everyone does that, but with varying degrees of
justification. Bearing in mind the thirty-third Rule of Acquisition
my current colleagues have absolutely nothing to complain about compared to
where I was twenty-five years ago. Hearing today’s whinge I found myself
thinking back to the night shifts of the late nineties. As I did the night work
so the boss of the time would be in his office (sometimes until after two
o’clock in the morning) doing all his paperwork. He never did paperwork
when the bulk of the staff were in; he would spend that time continually walking
round and round the department (like a security guard) and pounce on
anyone he felt wasn’t working to their utmost. No one dared speak or even smile
when he was on patrol.
I’m so glad I don’t have that any more.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a very
good dinner this evening which we scoffed whilst watching another episode of “Celebrity
Traitors” in which Jethro Palmer (out of Viz magazine) got rather
gobby. I would have voted him out just for being that gobby. And I would have
voted him out for his silly haircut… does anyone over fifteen years of age *really*
have a Mohican?
And in tonight’s episode the hostess (Claudia Winkleman)
would seem to have gone a rather strange colour.
And then I had a look at the monthly accounts. I had rather
hoped that by this stage of my life I would be a whole lot better off… or am I
just being greedy?
And despite being at work today I walked three thousand steps
more today than I did yesterday…
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