I had another restless night. I gave up trying to
sleep at half past five, got up, made toast and watched another episode of “Future
Man” and still couldn’t decide whether or not I liked the show.
I sparked up my lap-top and had a little look at the
Internet in case it had changed overnight. It rarely does, but you never know.
Pretty much nothing had changed overnight really.
As I pootled on-line so Gold Radio was playing “House
of the Rising Sun” by The Animals. Many, many years ago that was the
favourite record of my best mate of the time. For a few years we were
inseparable; best of buddies in the Boys Brigade… but we left school and went
our separate ways. I became me, he became a very successful businessman. I
stalked him on-line this morning. He’s currently one of the directors of Lloyds
bank.
I’ve sent overtures of friendship over the years… sadly he’s moved on from
associating with the likes of me.
I Munzed, and using my strategy of starting with a
five-letter word that I have just written, I Wordled from “likes” to “cliff”
in five goes, then got ready for work.
I set off west-wards through the -hursts and the -dens
listening to the radio as I do. There was a *lot* of talk
about last night's episode of "The Traitors". It was as well
we watched it last night; spoilers abounded this morning. I thought they would
though. I can remember getting up at two o'clock in the morning to watch
episodes of "Game of Thrones" because by the time the morning
came spoilers would be abounding. I can remember going to buy one of the later
Harry Potter books at midnight one Friday night and spending the weekend
reading the book as fast as I could so I could then deliberately give spoilers
to someone I knew who couldn't stop himself doing exactly that whenever he
could.
And apparently there is to be a major shake-up for the country' police. Some forces will
merge, and individual coppers will have to keep up to date with changes in
modern policing... There's a novelty. They will have to do continuous
professional development... like I've been doing for years.
I stopped off at Tesco in Pembury to get Belgian buns
for lunch, and whilst I was at it I got myself an almond croissant for second
brekkie. When I work at the weekends I often go to the works canteen for the
cooked breakfast. It is always a disappointment. An almond croissant is far
better and about a third of the price.
I did my bit at work, but I was only on for the
morning, and was home shortly before two o’clock. We scoffed the Belgian buns
then went round to the park where a Wassail
was taking place. I’m not sure what I was
expecting, but it was something of a disappointment really. A burger stall, a
burger van, a cider stall, an overpriced tat stall and a bunch of Morris
dancers…
A Wassail is an old English tradition harping back to
the days of Margaret Thatcher in which the unscrupulous milk the gullible for
every last penny. Bottles of cider at a fiver each and burgers starting from
six quid flying off the stalls… tradition was honoured.
We had a little walk, and came home. It was too cold
to wassail for too long.
I had a look at the monthly accounts. As always they
could be a whole lot better, but they could be a whole lot worse.
We then watched this week’s episode of “Star Trek:
Starfleet Academy” which was rather good, but in retrospect nothing
actually happened.
And then we sparked up the Infinity Table and had a
rather good evening. We played “Ticked to Ride” and shelled out the
amazing sun of two pounds fifty pence for the Scandinavia and Switzerland maps,
and having played them we then had a go at India and Asia as well. And then
Chris came on-line and we played Trouble and Sorry and Scrabble. “Dux” –
more than one duck (!)
I started to wilt at about half past eleven which (bearing
in mind the four pints of Timmy Taylor) I thought was rather good for me these
days…
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