The dogs were settled last night which was a result, but I was still wide awake at four o’clock. I got up, made toast and sparked up the telly… which wasn’t working. The screen said there was no satellite signal, but when I went into the settings it said there was a good satellite signal. I turned it off and on again to no avail, gave up, and had a look at the Internet instead.
That seemed to be working.
My piss boiled somewhat as I peered into Facebook.
There had been soe event at the train station in the week and there were no end
of postings from the local MP, local councillors and county councillors all of
whom were loudly shouting about their efforts to get the international Eurostar
services running from Ashford again. None of them seemed to want to admit that
the decision to stop running international trains was made because there
weren’t enough passengers. I only live a five-minute walk from the station and
I only ever used it once. Some other chap had posted that he worked there when
it was open; the whole place was set up expecting two thousand passengers a
day, and he said that a busy day would see eight hundred passengers at most.
But this is politics these days, isn’t it? Back in the day politicians would
have a say in how the country was run. But Margaret Thatcher sold pretty much
everything and now services operate in such a way that makes the most profit
for private companies and individuals. Take the town centre for example. A
major shopping precinct in town closed yesterday. Loads of people were
on local social media slating the council this morning; many of whom openly
admitting that they rarely (if ever) used the shops in town because it
is more convenient and cheaper to have Amazon deliver things to your front
door. And the politicians posture and filibuster because these days it’s not
about results, it’s about being seen to be making a noise.
It was again cold and dark as I set off for work, but
there was no rain this morning, which was a result. As I drove the pundits on
the radio were talking about how President Trump has designs on
Greenland. He says he wants it for America so that Russia or China
don't get it... Seriously? I can't help but think that this is part of a plan
in which he can back out of all involvement with Ukrainian peace deals; how
could he side with the invaded in one country whilst invading another? And in
the long term I'm sure he is looking to pull the USA out of NATO. America
doesn't need NATO; it must cost them a fortune being the world's policeman.
Historically America had a very
isolationist approach to the rest of the world, and doing so was
probably rather sensible from their point of view. I have never seen why the
USA has (over my lifetime) been so keen to get stuck in with other
people's wars. Whether stepping back is good for the rest of the world (it
isn't!) is an entirely different question.
This was followed by something which sounded
interesting in theory, but a hike in the countryside is something that you do.
You can't experience it by talking about it on the radio. I turned the radio
off and sang along to Queen's greatest hits as I drove west-wards through the
-hursts and the -dens. The roads were a lot quieter today on a Saturday than
they had been yesterday.
I got to work and sulked. Usually I can swap my
Saturday morning shifts so I can get to Dog Club, but I couldn't swap today,
and so had to miss out. It was possibly for the best as I had a message from “er
indoors TM” at five to nine to say
that the Dog Club car park was closed.
I'm reliably informed that they got in eventually.
I also missed Steve on the radio. I managed to tune in
through the works internet for a few minutes during the "Mystery Year"
competition, but the reception was iffy at best. I blame the ancient PC I was
using.
Work was work. I did my bit, and came home. I voomed
round with the hoover, and it wasn’t long before “My Boy TM” and ”Auntie
Chel TM” came round. Lacey came too; I’ve not seen her for
ages. We had a rather good evening on the Infinity Table, the last of the Christmas
sweeties, some bottles of Timmy Taylor and scoffing KFC too. For all that I’m
keeping up with the diet, I’m allowing myself a day off now and then…
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