It was a shame that “er indoors TM” chose
to have quite such an argument with the dogs on the first night that I’d
managed a decent sleep for ages, but there it was.
Once woken I can rarely get back to sleep. I made toast,
watched an episode of “The Comic Strip Presents” and had a look at the
Internet. Overnight my godson’s father had posted one or two more comments. I
first met my godson’s father in 1975 when we were at the Boys Brigade together.
He lived next door to my future mother-in-law, and his sister was the best
friend of “er indoors TM”. He’s not had much luck over
the years. His sister died in 2005 aged only thirty-eight after a very
protracted illness. His wife died very suddenly a couple of years ago. His
brother was taken very ill over the summer and now needs continual nursing.
Some people seem to get all the bad luck.
And I had an email from geocaching dot com in response to
the whinge I’d sent them about the trackable debacle. They’d clearly read the
first word and just sent a generic reply. I replied to that with “I
would thank you for your reply, but instead I feel I should make the
observation that over the last twelve years I have had cause to communicate
with your office on several occasions. You have never once actually answered
what I have asked“. Sadly that will be the end of the matter.
They never engage in correspondence.
I got dressed; putting on a winter shirt. I have “summer”
and “winter” shirts and as the clocks went back an hour on Sunday so the
summer shirts went away and the winter shirts came out.
As I drove home yesterday my car had asked for some
petrol, so I popped round to Sainsburys this morning to get it some. I could
probably have saved myself a quid if I'd filled up at Aylesford, but
probably didn't have enough petrol to get there.
Sainsbury's filling station was much the same as ever.
It usually is.
As I drove up the motorway the pundits on the radio
were talking about Jamaica where Hurricane Melissa was about to hit with
wind speeds of over a hundred and seventy five miles per hour. Some local
dignitary was on the radio making great show of only having five words to say:
"Almighty father, please save us". You'd think that any god
that was able to save anyone from the hurricane would never have sent the
hurricane in the first place, wouldn't you? Mind you I can remember a religious
crackpot of my acquaintance saying that god sends these tribulations as it
likes us to ask it for help.
That's a bit odd, isn't it?
And there was talk about a disused army base near
Inverness being repurposed to
house asylum seekers. Apparently this wasn't a popular
move as the average asylum seeker doesn't want to be housed in Scotland, and
asylum seekers don’t stay in Scotland. They make their way to England.
At the risk of appearing to be heartless, they should
be grateful that with the public's current attitude they are being allowed to
stay at all. I must admit their being free to move came as something of a
surprise to me. I naively thought that they stayed where they were put as
though imprisoned. If they are free to go where they like, then it’s hardly
surprising the country’s got a problem, is it? Or am I just being nasty?
And there was an interview with one of Reform UK's MPs
who seemed to think that the Reform MPs and councillors who got into power at
the last elections need longer to get to grips with being in power. He wouldn't
hear a word against Kent County Council, but pretended he knew nothing about
the Reform councillors there who've been thrown
out of the party.
Mind you they made no secret that when (not if)
they take over, asylum seekers will stay where they are put.
The motorway very busy this morning, but was so much
easier to navigate than the country lanes to Pembury I've been taking recently.
I got to work and did my bit, and by home time it was
completely dark.
I came home to find “er indoors TM” had
been rummaging in the freezer and had found some liver and chicken breasts. She
claimed they had gone off. Does frozen stuff go off? I thought that the whole
point of a freezer was that stuff didn’t go off in there. She fried it all up
for the dogs, and if it has gone off she can throw a bucket of water over any
sloppy turds in the morning.
We had fish and chips for dinner and scoffed it whilst
catching up with the current season of “Hunted” which is worth watching
if only to laugh as “er indoors TM” gets
progressively more and more wound up at the stupidity of the contestants. It
would be so easy to do well at that show. You just set up a tent in the arse
end of nowhere… where we are most likely to see the deer in Kings Wood, or Bailey’s
rabbit hole at Orlestone would be ideal locations.
You arrange for friends of friends of friends to come past
every couple of days with supplies.
And then you just keep your head down.
I could do it… if I could take my dogs. I would miss them.
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