I felt rather rough when I woke this morning, but what
could I do? Sulk or get on with it. I got on with it. “It” being laying
wide awake far too early hoping and failing to get back to sleep.
I gave up, got up, put a load of washing in to scrub,
made toast and watched an episode of “Derek” which was entertaining. I
then had my usual peer into the Internet.
Our local MP had posted to his Facebook page (or a
member of his staff had). Our local MP’s Facebook page has two sorts of
posts. Either he’s trying to share in the limelight of that which someone local
has achieved, or he’s making personal attacks on the opposition. Having spent
years hoping for a Labour MP, this chap has turned out to be something of a
disappointment.
Other than that, hardly anything that wasn’t an advert
was in my Facebook feed this morning. And of the adverts, pretty much none of
them were of any interest to me.
I Munzed, and Wordled from “rough” to “story”
and “score” to “sworn”.
With the washing hung out I set off up the motorway
where the "Operation Brock" stupidity was still in place. But
what with it being a rather quiet Bank Holiday morning I just set the cruise
control and keep going. As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about
the ongoing war in the Middle East. On the one hand is the American President
who is ranting and raving, and on the other hand is the Iraqi bunch who (from
what I can see) haven't actually done much to warrant being attacked in the first place.
Trump is threatening dire retribution if the
Strait of Hormuz isn't opened to shipping. However everyone knows T.A.C.O. and consequently those he threatens are
taking no notice. Meanwhile the rest of the world have realized that they can
get oil out if they pay the Iraqis not to shoot at them and so have started
paying. I suspect that when this all blows over (this time) the
Iraqis will carry on charging people not to shoot at their oil tankers and will
have found themselves a nice little earner. Maybe the Prime Minister might
learn from this and start threatening to take pot-shots at anything going
through the
strait of Dover unless
they give the UK a bung.
I got to work. I popped into the canteen in the hope
that they might have a hot cross bun. They did, and so I had one with a cuppa
before I started. I'd rather not have been working today, but it was only for
the morning, and unlike how it used to be when I worked elsewhere, I did what I
did secure and content in the knowledge that every single thing I did today
wouldn't be revisited and inspected tomorrow by a bullying manager determined
to find fault everywhere he possibly could.
And with my bit done I came home.
Having spent the entire Bank Holiday weekend so far
maintaining geocaches we continued the theme. We drove out to Rolvenden where
people who’ve found hundreds of other people’s geocaches but couldn’t be
bothered to put out any of their own were finding fault with that which “er
indoors TM” had done. As with
pretty much everything in life it is not what is said but how it is said. “I’m
sorry but the thing is rather damp” doesn’t give the offence that “yet
another in desperate need of attention” does.
But we had a good walk. It was a shame that the dogs
had to be on the leads for much of the way, but there were pheasants shouting
seemingly constantly and the dogs seriously had the red mist.
I took a few photos as we went.
With walk walked we popped into the pub at the end of
the route. I’ve not been in there for some time… eleven years.to be precise. We had a rather good
(and well-deserved) pint, but… a pint of Harveys, half a cider shandy,
two bags of crisps… nearly twelve quid. I know I’m getting mean in my old age
but that’s about double what I’d pay in the shop over the road, and drinking it
in my back garden means I wouldn’t have to put up with all the normal people
shouting profanities at each other. Like they do.
Seeing how it was the last day of the Easter holiday
today “er
indoors TM” sorted KFC which we
scoffed whilst watching two more episodes of “The Hunt:
Prey vs Predator”. Mind you when I say “watching”, I slept
through much of the second one. I wonder if I missed much?
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