I woke feeling full of energy and raring to go… at
twenty to two. I didn’t get back to sleep after that as it was a hot and sultry
night. I eventually gave up trying to sleep and got up. I watched another
episode of “The Handmaid’s Tale” … bearing in mind premise of this show
is an uncaring state forcefully taking children from their mothers (sound
familiar!?) I’m finding this rather hard going at times.
I set off to work. As I drove the talk on the radio
was of a religious nature this morning (what with it being a Sunday).
There was an interesting article about religious freedoms in America in which
it was suggested that the biggest threat to religious freedom was the exponents
of those advocating a competing religion to your own one. Two senior bishops of
different churches came on, and there was an embarrassing five minutes in which
both bishops flatly refused to let the other say a word. Both claimed that they
were being shut down (which they were) and both claimed that they were
tolerant of others (which they weren’t).
As I drove there was an inordinate amount of groups of
cyclists; both pedal ones and motor ones. I always thought that pedal bikes
were banned from having organised road races, but they seem to do them with
annoying regularity.
I drove through Pembury this morning as I had a few
minutes before work. I spent a few minutes looking for a geocache
along the main road. I eventually found it. I hesitate to say that it was
buried in someone’s front garden, but it was buried in someone’s front garden.
And I got petrol. In the past the petrol in Pembury
has been about eight pence per litre more expensive than that in Ashford. Today
it was five pence per litre cheaper. One thing which puzzles me is how petrol
prices go up and down so regularly and vary so much within such short
distances. The sweetie bars, sandwiches and chocolate that the petrol stations
sell are all the same price everywhere, so why does the price of petrol go up
and down?
I went in to work where I had a rather hard time of
it. Such is life. But I was only working a half day today and so was soon on
the way home. As I drove home I tuned to Radio Four Extra as they were playing
a dramatization of the Secret Diary of Adrian Mole. What I heard of it was
rather entertaining. It was a shame that for most f the time I was listening to
silence as the signal kept cutting out.
I’ve mentioned before that either DAB radio is a
disappointment, or the one in my car needs replacing.
I got home where it was too hot to take the dogs out.
Nowhere near as hot as it has been recently, but still too hot. And all the
normal people come swarming out at the weekend and I really didn’t fancy
dealing with them today. So we sat in the garden and I struggled with a
crossword puzzle. One clue really had me foxed. “Daunting, Formidable (8) A
- - - - O – E”. I can’t *really* be “arsehole” (can it)?
We did “FEED THE FISH”, I ran round with the
watering can, and Treacle was threatened with having her buzzer collar put on.
When she barks the thing vibrates uncomfortably. The idea is that if she didn’t
bark at absolutely everything then it wouldn’t vibrate.
Usually the threat of the thing is enough to shut her
up, and the threat worked.
We had a rather good bit of dinner and watched more “Canal
Boad Diaries” in which our hero was having aggro with sunken trees.
The more I watch this show, the more I’m getting the
impression that canal boating is quite a bit of arse-ache. We’ll probably still
have a go at some stage though…
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