Again I woke feeling full of beans and raring to go...
at half past one. And again I then lay awake for much of the rest of the night
before giving up and getting up just before five o'clock.
Being the first of the month I cracked out a new razor
blade hand had my daily scrape, then spent five minutes wrestling with the
bread bag. I wanted toast; the bread bag didn't want me to have toast, or any
bread at all. I eventually got into the bag, but it was a closely fought
battle. I scoffed toast as I watched another episode of "The Handmaid's
Tale". The show started well but seriously lacks continuity. I've got
a theory that the different episodes were written by different people,
none of whom had actually watched any of the previous episodes.
I set off for work just after six o'clock. There was
mist over the fields as I drove west-wards. It was quite scenic. As I drove
there was a lot of talk on the radio about how the (going) Prime
Minister has managed to find loads of money for the defence budget... or to be
precise he's announced loads of spending and is leaving the piddling details of
finding
the money up to his successor. Apparently it is vital that the UK spends
tons of money on its military forces as the Russians are planning to invade in
2030. Personally I can't see the Russians having a go at the UK; I'd have
thought that the Russians would have learned from their debacle in Ukraine. I'd
also have to ask what is the point of the UK's
nuclear deterrent if not to put the wind up anyone fancying their
chances.
I stopped off in Tesco to get a sandwich. One of the
tills had been opened by an assistant, and so I went there. Sometimes the
self-service tills can be too much arse-arch.
The woman in the queue in front of me and the woman on
the till were both talking about their plans for this evening. "We"
are starting at five o'clock they both said... I thought they were friends who
were planning an evening event. They weren't. "We" was the
England football team who was playing some match this evening which they were
both going to watch (on their own). Some people (i.e. everyone but me)
take football so seriously and so personally.
I went in to the early shift and did my bit. And an
early start made for an early finish. The roads home were surprisingly busy. I
was going home early because I was on the early shift. Seemingly the rest of
the country was going home early to watch the football.
Once home I did “FEED THE FISH”, and then “er
indoors TM” drove us all out to
Petham where a chap who was on holiday in the area (up from Cornwall)
had organised a geocaching meet-up. A dozen of us spent an hour or so chatting.
It’s always good to catch up with old friends and meet new ones.
We were a tad late home so we had KFC which we scoffed
whilst watching an episode of “McDonald and Dodds”. Generally I don’t
like police dramas, but this one is strangely captivating…
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