In a novel break with tradition my alarm woke me this
morning. Mind you I'd seen every twenty minutes of the night before that.
I got up, opened my Advent Calendar, made toast and
watched some telly. Back in the day the Young Ones
was *the* TV show to watch. It started some time in 1982 and was
broadcast on a Thursday evening. I remember it being on a Thursday as that
was the night I was always late home because Thursday was college day. I always
missed the show, and everyone else would tell me how good it had been. There
was no video recorders or catch-up TV back then... Eventually I got to see the
program in re-runs and like everyone else I was enthralled by it.
Sadly it hasn't really stood the test of time...
I set off to work via the petrol station. There
was a surprising amount of people getting petro at seven o'clock this morning.
And once I'd got petrol I set off up the motorway. For all that the motorway
was busy this morning, it was a far better journey that going cross-country to
Pembury had been last week.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about
the availability of diet drugs on the NHS. There was an interview with a chap
who wasn't entirely unlike me in that the chap had been overweight for years
and had used a CPAP machine for years. However unlike me, this chap seemed
to be rather too keen on the pies. He was laying the blame for his obesity
purely on the NHS which wasn't giving him the diet injections. Surely I'm
not the only one to have realised that your cake hole is bigger than your arse
hole, and the feeling of hunger is what weight loss feels like?
I got to work and in a fit of recklessness got myself
a cheese scone from the League of Friends' little shop. Nowadays I have one as
a treat from time to time; a year ago I had one every day. I made myself a
cuppa to have with the scone, and I had a little look at the Internet. I had an
email. Yesterday I organised a geo-meet to take place at the micropub I found
yesterday. The geo-Feds have approved my plan, and so if any of my loyal
readers are at a loose end in mid-January...
I got on with work. I did several wet ones as one does
(it's a blood compatibility testing thing). What with te vagaries
of my work pattern this was my first Monday at work for months. It was rather
busy; I was glad when home time came round.
I came home. “er indoors TM” boiled
up pizza and then went bowling. I wrapped Christmas pressies whilst watching
episodes of “This is England 86”. I had planned to do the ironing… I’ll
do that tomorrow, eh…
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