It was after four o’clock when I woke this morning.
But again once I was awake and that was it. I came down a little while later to
find Morgan sitting by the back door…
Yesterday was another anniversary… a happier one than
I ranted about yesterday. Yesterday marked four years since the puppies arrived
in our house. Originally I only wanted Bailey. Morgan looked too much like my
Fudge-dog and I felt it wouldn’t be fair on Morgan to take him on because I
would always be comparing him to Fudge. As I typed the last paragraph I
actually wrote… “to find Fudge sitting by the back door”.
But I took him on, even though I am continually
calling Morgan by Fudge’s name which is really silly. The physical resemblance
is superficial at best, and temperamentally they are poles apart. I miss Fudge,
but I wouldn’t be without Morgan.
I made toast and watched another episode of “The
Man In The High Castle”. I’m up to episode five and don’t really have much
idea of what is going on.
I had a little look at the Internet. It was much the
same as it ever was. This morning’s petty bickering on Facebook was on one of
the geocaching pages I follow. Some “rather special” chap in America has
formed his own breakaway Facebook group after taking offence that everyone else
told him that “being special” was no excuse for being a twit. This
morning one of his cronies had announced that he was going to make
wheelchair-user-friendly geocaches and seemed to be amazed that this was
already a thing and had been so for years.
There was also quite a lot of posting on Facebook
about yesterday's elections in nearby Cliftonville. The incumbent Reform
councillor had gone to jail, and yesterday the Greens had won the vote to replace him. I did
chuckle when so many pro-Reform voters were talking about how a narrow a
margin the Greens had won by. Nothing like as narrow a margin as the Brexit
vote had been, but which the very same people still (ten years later)
loudly claim as a resounding victory.
I Munzed, and got ready for work. I didn’t really want
to work this morning but there it is. Over the last two years I’ve rather
enjoyed being part time, but a month ago the boss asked if I could do four
weeks of extra hours to help with the new computer system. I said I could… in
retrospect I wish I hadn’t. The money is nice, and learning something new is
good, but the trouble with work is you have to do work. I’d rather pootle and
potter and if I want to sit by the pond and have a nap, then I’d rather sit by
the pond and have a nap.
I made my way to my car. As I went I activated my
Munzee map. As I'd Munzed earlier so a new temporary Munzee had appeared
just down the road. I thought I might get it as I walked to the car. In the
time it had taken me to put on my shoes so “er indoors TM”
had woken up and Munzed it herself.
I drove off west-wards listening to the pundits on the
radio. As I drove there was talk about the enquiry into the case of Valdo Calocane (who suffered from
paranoid schizophrenia) who killed three people and seriously injured three
other people in Nottingham city centre three years ago despite being well known
to the local authorities. There was an interview with one of the families
involved who said that one of the things that came out of the enquiry was how
inexperienced some of the officials were, and generally how crap the system had
been.
Am I being cynical in thinking "been there,
done that"?
And there was talk of the Artemis II which splashed
down safely last night. As always as in the case with anything remotely
scientific or not related to petty political squabbling, the matter was treated
with mild condescension. It boils my piss that proper news is treated as a
subject of disdain whilst that which will be forgotten by the end of the day
and which will wrap tomorrow's chips is seen as being oh-so-important.
On the stroke of eight o'clock I turned over to Radio
Ashford to listen to Steve on the radio. He'd mentioned that there was a new
DAB channel for radio Ashford. There was, but sadly (like the FM signal)
it only reached as far as the hill at Goudhurst where I lost him.
I went in to work where I did my bit. As I worked I
used the works Internet to tune back in to Steve on the radio. I got the
mystery year pretty much right away - when did Rumbelows close down? I knew
that - I bought my first home PC from them (for a small fortune) just
before they went belly-up in 1995.
At tea break I had a Belgian bun. As I'd driven
through Goudhurst I saw the little bakery there was open. I went in and joined
the queue. There weren't many people waiting, but the staff were rather
hopeless. It really doesn't take ten minutes to sell a couple of cakes, does
it? And sadly the bun wasn't worth the ten minutes that I spent queueing
for it. It would be unfair to say that the thing was rock hard as it was
certainly softer than a rock... well, most rocks.
But there's no denying that I won't be hurrying back
to that little bakery. There's no convenient car parking spot in Goudhurst, and
do I really want to give them another chance? I really don't want to have
to go out of my way only to face another bun like todays. It was supposed to
have been a little treat(!) I can get a bun which is better and cheaper
(and with a far higher chance of being half-way decent) by going to Tesco or
Sainsburys; I certainly will next time. And this is *exactly* the
problem that so many little businesses face, isn't it?
I had a little look on Google and saw that I called
into the place four years ago and had a stale Belgian bun that time too...
I came home. “er indoors TM” went
shopping, and I settled in front of the telly under a pile of dogs and watched
another episode of “The Man In The High Castle” whilst Treacle
alternately snored and farted. I don’t know what she’s eaten recently but I do
know she’s not going to eat it again. Oh, her arse was rank.
I cleaned out the fish tank’s filter and “er
indoors TM” returned with Whitby
buns. Very nice.
Chris, Steve and Sarah came round and we had a rather good
games night. I won Game of Life, came second in Sorry and second in Ticket to
Ride. But (to be honest) I could have come last in everything and still have
had a very good evening with friends.
I do like our game nights…
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