I had an early(ish) night last night, but with
an alarm set the insomnia returned with a vengeance. I woke feeling full of
energy and raring to go at two minutes past midnight then lay awake for hours.
I eventually gave up trying to sleep as I watched the clock pass four.
I got up, made toast (properly this morning)
and watched an episode of “This is England 90”, then sparked up the
lap-top and as I peered into Facebook this morning I despaired. I don’t
remember Apollo 11 and the first Moon landing, but I do remember the disaster
hitting Apollo 13. I remember the next four Moon landings, and Skylab going up.
I remember the Apollo and Soyuz docking in orbit. I remember the Channel Tunnel
being dug, the introduction of mobile phones…When I was younger there were some
momentous things going on. The future looked so bright and was full of
possibilities. But look how it turned out. The world is full of half-wits. So
many people really do still think the world is flat. Add to that the
half-witted vaccine deniers, crackpot religions… this isn’t the future I was
expecting.
Two Facebook friends were having birthdays today so I
sent birthday wishes. One was an old mate I’ve known for over fifty years, the
other… I think I might have worked with him at some point. To be honest I have
no idea who he is. I suppose I should find out if I actually know him.
Periodically I have a look through my Facebook friends list. There’s several
people on there who I have no idea who they are. There’s one chap on there who
often comments on what I post as though he is my best mate… I must have known
the chap at some point. But I’m hopeless with people like that. It wasn’t that
long ago that I met some chap in the town centre who said he remembered me as I
was the scout leader with the snakes… I clearly made an impression on him as
it’s fifteen years since I was a scout leader and twenty years since I had a
snake. I wonder who he was.
It was dark as I left home - over an hour before
sunrise, but still the birds were singing like things possessed.
I drove off up the motorway; I was glad to see that
the "Operation Brock" stupidity had been taken down, but
having been in place it had cost the taxpayer (i.e. me) a quarter of a million quid.
The motorway was quiet this morning at quarter past
six; quieter than it often is. As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking
about how the American Navy is kitting itself out with a new type of battleship
which will be called
"Trump class".
I know he's not my president, but it bothers me that
someone who has been elected to the most powerful position in the world doesn't
seem to realise just how much the rest of the world is laughing at him.
I got some petrol - again my Nectar voucher thing
got turned down. They always seem to get turned down. And from getting petrol I
went into the Aylesford Sainsburys. Usually at half past six there may be two
or three other customers. It was rammed this morning. The pre-Christmas panic
had set it. But clearly this was why the motorway had been so quiet; everyone
was in Sainsbury's.
I went in to work and did my bit. At lunchtime a
colleague told me about the Komoot app. It took a while to download, but it
might be good for finding some dog walks.
And with my bit done I came home. “er
indoors TM” went off delivering
Christmas pressies. I put laundry in to scrub and more “This is England 90”
on the telly and cracked on with the ironing until “er indoors TM” came
home with KFC.
I’ve got another early start tomorrow… hopefully not *quite*
so early…
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