I woke at half past midnight having had about an hour
and a half's sleep, then dozed on and off until I finally gave up with the idea
of laying in bed. I got up, made toast and watched an episode of "Danger
UXB". As I watched I suddenly realised where I'd seen one of the
characters before. Sapper
Powell was in an episode of "Porridge"
in which he compared himself to a frog in having a large s*xual appetite.
As I watched telly so Treacle came downstairs with
something of a sense of urgency. She charged to the back door where she
squeaked at me. I opened the door, she took one look at the rain and went back
to bed.
The rain had eased up a little by six o'clock when I
set off to work. It was incredibly dark as I drove west-wards through the
-hursts and the-dens, and an average of maybe one oncoming car in six dipped
their headlights as they came past. I flashed every car that left their
headlight on full beam. Some then dipped them… but not many.
As I drove I listened to the news as I do most days
when I go to work. Apparently the company that makes Magnum ice creams has been
launched on to the stock exchange where they haven't turned out to be quite the money-maker people were hoping. Interestingly
all the talk was money and management and corporate, and not a word about how
good or bad the actual product is.
There was talk about the situation in Ukraine. The
Ukrainian premier isn't happy with the deal that Donald Trump has cooked up and
so is hoping that the European leaders will have a better solution. They
may well have, but if the Ukrainians can't sell the scheme to the Americans,
the USA may well just walk away and let the Europeans fund it all. Don’t forget that the
American President has been given a peace prize
not that the rest of the world isn't pointing and laughing at him about
it very much.
Meanwhile there were question in Parliament about the Army's new tank. I would have thought
that if the Army's new tank was a total disaster, then telling the world
wouldn't have been a good idea, but what do I know?
I stopped off at Tesco to get a sandwich. What should
have taken two minutes took an absolute age as I managed to pogger the
self-service till. The thing got jammed. The nice lady wanted to know how much
money I'd put into it. I had no idea. I don't count what I put into it; I just
keep chucking small coins in until the machine says it's had enough. The nice
lady said that was entirely the problem. People put too much money into the
machine. And she wasn't at all happy when I suggested that this might be
God's way of saying open the proper tills.
I got to work and did my bit. As I did I whinged about
how no one wanted to dip their headlights as I’d driven in earlier. One of the
girls asked what I meant by that. After a few misunderstandings it turned out
that she had no idea about dipping headlights… she just gets into the car and
fiddles with the controls until some lights come on. I suspect there had been
an element of that this morning.
I drove home in the oncoming glare of full beam
headlights.
Once home I had a look at my Lego Advent Calendar, and then dozed on the
sofa until “er
indoors TM” boiled up a very good
bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching the last episode of “Game of
Wool”; a rather good show which is best described as “Bake Off does knitting”.
I hope I get some sleep tonight…
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