I slept reasonably well up till half past four. After
laying awake for a bit I got up and noticed that the lights were on in not-so-nice-next-door.
I often wonder if she runs on Japanese time; over the winter I’ve often noticed
downstairs in darkness and the bedroom light on in the early evening, and
there’s always lights on at five o’clock in the morning.
I made toast and scoffed it whilst watching an episode
of “Everyone Else Burns”, then had a little look at the Internet. Apart
from having reached our first Munzee goal this month, not much had changed
since last night. I got dressed and set off to work.
It was very foggy this morning. I felt it was far too
foggy to drive through Bethersden like a lunatic with no regard for speed
limits, safety, other road users or pedestrians, but one idiot from a local
paving company obviously disagreed with me. As I have said before, driving
like an idiot is best done in unmarked cars.
As I drove I listened to the pundits on the radio who
were talking about pedestrianism
which was very popular in the nineteenth century when those with too much money
would pit their lackeys against those of their mates in long distance walking
races. Some poor footmen would be expected to walk from London to York (and
back) as quickly as they possibly could, with silly amounts of money being
wagered on them. Apparently it became quite popular as a spectator sport with
thousands of people turning out to watch. I expect it was all very entertaining
all the time it is someone else doing the walking. It was claimed that the four
hundred miles from London to York and back was usually covered in about
six days... four miles round the woods in an hour or so is quite enough for me.
This was followed by an interview with some chap who
claimed to regularly run over a hundred miles in twenty-four hours. I thought
that was a tad excessive, but that is apparently only half the world record distance in that time period.
After this was the farming program which featured a
farm in the West Country which was run by a cheesemonger who had started up a
charcuterie. No? - I had no idea what a charcuterie was either.
Apparently it's a posh
butcher's shop.
From the way that they were speaking on the radio I
got the impression that they felt everyone would know what a charcuterie was.
Well, I didn't and I've learned something. And as I always say, a day when
you learn nothing is a day wasted
I took a slightly different journey to work this
morning. I drove through Pembury in the hope of finding a shop that might be
open from where I might get lunch. When I'm working at Maidstone at the
weekends I always go to the works canteen, but when at Pembury... let's just
say the canteen is not as good.
I found a corner shop that was open, got a
sandwich and drove on to the early shift and did my bit. It was a rather busy
bit as well, involving a Red Alert. And from personal experience I can
confidently assure my loyal readers that Red Alerts are nowhere near as much
fun as Captain Kirk would have you believe.
During a lull in proceedings I Wordled. I'm testing
the limits of Wordle at the moment... it wouldn't accept "farty", but
it was quite happy with "farts"; presumably because "farts"
didn't contain a single letter of today's word whereas "farty"
did. And when the late shift rolled in I slipped off for lunch and scoffed my
sandwich which wasn't bad... though I was surprised that it had a "best
before" date of the twenty-fourth. How can a sandwich be good
for two weeks?
I came home to find Treacle was back to her old self.
She’d had some raw turnip a day or so ago and during the day she’d sicked up
several very hard lumps of undigested raw turnip. She’ll have it boiled from
here on it.
With her on the mend and the fish ponds up and running
again I commented that I was going to “FEED THE FISH!!” and there was
quite a stampede to the pond. The dogs go mad for the rice flakes that the fish
get.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up lamb chops which we scoffed whilst watching the final of “The Floor”
then more episodes of “Motherland”. I’m thinking about an early night –
I’m worn out.
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