I went back to normality last night by waking far too
early, Five o’clock, which was rather good compared to some nights, but still
two hours too early. I dozed fitfully before finally getting up at seven
o’clock. I made toast and peered into the Internet. There was a squabble on
Hastings Old Town’s Facebook page. Some chap who seemingly has never travelled
more than half an hour’s drive from the place has set himself up as “The
Good Food Hunter UK” and has taken to reviewing local cafes. As is always
the case, these reviews are only ever welcomed when they are glowing.
There was also a cryptic post which seemed to imply
that the Peacock pub in Cranbrook was to re-open. It would be good if it could…
but having only ever visited the place twice myself I’m hardly in any position
to help them with my custom.
And Robert Jenrick was trying to stir the sh*t. Apparently the First
Lady of Sierra Leone had rented a flat from Southward Council when she had no
right to. Obviously with no end of people on waiting lists, this should never
have happened. But who was the Secretary of State for Housing a year after this
woman took the lease? Oh… it was Robert Jenrick.
One thing about which we need to be acutely aware is
that much of that with which the Reform UK party politicians are finding fault
are issues that they themselves allowed and/or caused when they were
Conservative party politicians. They are for the most part the very same
people.
Steve was on the radio doing the “Guess the Lyrics”
competition. “Lifeboat lies lost at sea, I’ve been trying to reach your
shore”. No – I had no idea either. It was Level
42 – Lessons in Love.
I Wordled from “early” to “smile” in
four goes. I Munzed. We got ready for Dog Club.
Dog Club was rather good. We had a dozen (or more)
dogs along and the usual mayhem ensued. It’s a shame that Treacle is so grumpy,
but there it is.
From Dog Club I went to work. As I drove Steve was
doing the Mystery Year competition. “Terry and June” first aired, as did
“Minder”. E.L.O.’s “Shine a Little Love” and Abba’s "Does
Your Mother Know" … 1979. For all that people rave about the
music of the eighties, the late seventies weren’t too shabby. Even if they
seemed rather hard work at the time.
As
I drove up the motorway the radio signal was iffy. I realized I’d had the radio
on the DAB band all week. Last week I was whinging about DAB radio; it had been
fine all week. For some odd reason it definitely plays up at the weekends. I
wonder why?
I
got to work. As I have said many times I wouldn’t recommend working anywhere
that never puts up a “closed” sign, but we had something of a minor
hiccup. Bearing in mind how I was treated where I used to work, it is rather
good to be asked to help. I got stuck in and did my bit.
The DAB signal was fine on Radio Four as I drove home…
“er indoors TM” sorted
dinner which we scoffed whilst playing a few games of “Ticket to Ride”
which (amazingly) I won by four games to three…
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