Last night I did that thing that I do oh-so-often. I woke
full of energy and raring to go only to find it was ten past two.
I dozed on and off and eventually nodded off just as the
bin men came crashing up the road. I gave up and got up at seven o’clock, made
toast and rolled my eyes at the Internet. Apparently calling someone bald can
be construed as sexual harassment, and all those looking to argue on-line were
arguing about it. Not many of those getting hot under the collar realized that
this wasn’t news; the court ruling on this happened three years ago.
And there was a lot of talk about the by-election in
Hastings. There were a lot of people banging the Reform UK drum… not because of
anything that might have been good about Reform UK but because of how bad the
opposition was. “Vote for us – we’re not as bad as they are” is only a
valid political stance all the time “us” isn’t as bad as “them”.
Bearing in mind the platform on which Reform UK stood at the last county
council elections, it is rather ironic that they’ve awarded the contract to
maintain all of Kent's roads for the next twenty-one years to a French owned company.
I Munzed, got Wordle (vowel) on the fourth attempt,
and looked out of the window.
I had planned to take the dogs out… but for all that the
weather forecast said it would be sunny with a seven per cent chance of rain,
it was snowing. So I put the radio on where the pundits on said radio were
talking about the COVID enquiry which has released its findings… It’s no surprise that it was critical of the
government of the time. To be fair to Boris Johnson (and that takes some
doing) whatever he did would have been wrong. Had he brought in lockdowns
earlier then the enquiry would have whinged about how much money that might
have cost the country.
And then Sir Tim Berners Lee (inventor
of the Internet) was wheeled on to be the castaway on Desert Island Discs.
He was rather interesting, but his choices of music were… let’s just say they
wouldn’t have been my choices.
By the time he’d finished the heavy snow was but a memory,
and the rain which followed it had stopped. It was rather bright outside. By
then it was time to collect “Daddies’ Little Angel TM” and
drive her about. I loaded the dogs into the car and took them with me. We got
to where we needed to be a few minutes early and I thought I might walk them
for a little while… Suddenly they started barking. I got out of the car to find
a half-wit grimacing through the boot window at them. The half-wit commented on
how noisy they were. I told her that the dogs were barking at her. She carried
on grimacing through the back window. In the end I had to tell her (in no
uncertain terms) to go away so that I could get them out. She wasn’t happy
about that.
“Daddies’ Little Angel TM” soon
arrived. I drove her home, then as we were in the area and it had stopped
raining we went to Radnor Park for a little walk. The place has been seriously
expanded. Forty years ago we lived just round the corner and the park was just
one big field by the railway station. There’s now a rather pretty area down the
bottom. I didn’t like to let the dogs off the leads as we walked, and the
squirrels knew it. The squirrels didn’t run off up the trees like they do in
the woods. They really did sit on the edge of the paths taunting the dogs.
As we were passing it, I hunted out a geocache which
qualified for the current virtual snow globes series of Treasures. That’s all
the snow globes now found. It’s Dog Figurines and Origami Animals next.
We came home where the dogs were soon fast asleep. I
emptied the dishwasher, watched an episode of “The Witcher”, then
remembered that I’d intended to put a load of washing in. Woops. So I put the
washing on, and watched another episode.
As I watched “My Boy TM” came
to use the shower. His boiler is still poggered. The council sent someone to
fix it the other day… the fix-it man arrived at ten to six in the evening and
brought the wrong parts with him. There’s talk of the fix-it man coming back on
Monday, but we aren’t holding our breath…
I had a little doze underneath the dogs. “er
indoors TM” then boiled up some pizza which we scoffed
whilst watching David Jason’s
Secret Service in which Sir David Jason presented a documentary about the
history of spying. There was (apparently) a *lot* of secret
service activity in Folkestone during the First World War.
The show was surprisingly good…
Meanwhile the lifetime mutton chops are now over two thirds
done, and here’s the links (again)…
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