10 December 2019 (Tuesday) - Poggered Hoover

Thankfully the dogs were quiet last night and so I slept like a log despite a rather vivid dream in which Boris Johnson had somehow become my best mate.
That was rather unsettling.

I scoffed toast as I watched the last episode of “Big School” (I now need to find something else to pass the time), then had a look at the Internet to see what had happened overnight. A friend was transmitting from the far side of the world; he seemed to be having a good holiday. Not much else had seemed to happen though.
I had a look at my emails. I had loads, but none that were worth having. Amazon were suggesting e-books that I’d either already bought or didn’t interest me. LinkedIn suggested I applied for a job as a GP in Hastings. I deleted quite a few emails without even looking at them.
With Fudge snoring on one side of me and Sid on the other, I then spent a few minutes geo-puzzling. A new series of geo-puzzles appeared in the (vaguely) Orpington area last week and I’ve struggling with some of them. There is a conundrum to solve and having solved it you have a word. You then take that word, turn the letters into numbers (A=1, B=2 etc)… the numbers is the easy bit. Solving the conundrums is hard. All of the answers begin with the letter “Q” – Q is for oats is “Quaker”. “ Q is for bike is “Quad”. Easy… so what about “Q is for Yes Minister!” or “Q is for very powerful”? And what on Earth is “Q is for Australians getting in a jam”? Despite being a genius (!) with post-graduate qualifications, these (and most) geo-puzzles have me foxed.

I opened the tenth window of my Lego advent calendar (to give me something to be thinking about during the day), put on the other new shirt I bought at the weekend, and set off to work.
As I drove to work on a very dark morning the pundits on the radio had the hump. They had boiled the Prime Minister's piss yesterday, and so he's now hinted that the government will review the funding of the BBC. And he's got a point. When I watch some channels I have to put up with adverts; when I watch others I specifically pay for those channels. ​ Why should I be legally obliged to pay for a channel which I rarely (if ever) watch? OK - I listen to a *lot* of BBC radio, but why can't they fund themselves like every other TV or radio channel does?

They then carried on their series of interviews with the leaders of the major political parties. Today they wheeled on the leader of the Scottish Nationalists Nicola Sturgeon who (surprisingly) made a lot of sense about Brexit, the NHS and Scottish independence. If there was an SNP candidate standing on the south coast of England, I'd consider voting for them after what I heard this morning.
In stark contrast the actor Hugh Grant then came on and made a complete pig's ear of trying to make the case for tactical voting. Being a lovable upper-class twit might work on soppy films, but it doesn't make for a convincing political stance.

I did my bit at work, and was a tad late getting home. I managed to sneak in without a single dog realising; they were all too busy scoffing their dinner.
Whilst dinner boiled, "er indoors TM" did some hoovering. The hoover’s poggered… apparently it’s my fault.

9 December 2019 (Monday) - Bit Dull Really

I had a rather restless night… When Treacle and Pogo don’t sleep, nor does anyone else.

I set the washing machine going and made some toast. As I scoffed it I watched an episode of “Big School” whilst Sid sucked my pyjama bottoms. Fudge came downstairs, humped Sid, and went back to bed.
With telly watched I had a look at the Internet.
I saw on Facebook that Rene Auberjonois had died overnight. He played “Odo” in Star Trek… over twenty years ago. A *lot* of people had picked up on this. Far fewer had realised that Robert Walker Jr had also died; he played “Charlie X” in Star Trek about thirty yeas before Rene Auberjonois was cast as “Odo”. Steve Coogan had been in my favourite pub in Hastings, and quite a few people had put up their Christmas trees.
I had one or two emails this morning. Amazon was offering me cut-price Terry Pratchett e-books. I might get some. I’ve already got a dozen or so; I must admit that I was put off of Pratchett’s stuff by people raving about how good it was and the books didn’t live up to the hype.

I hung out the washing, put on one of the new shirts I bought in Matalan yesterday and set off to work.

As I drove to work on a very wet and dark morning the pundits on the radio were interviewing the leader of the Liberal Democrats. They were giving Ms Swinson a very hard time about the place of trans people in today's society (for no reason that I could fathom). She seemed to be getting very angry about an issue which, whilst important, isn't perhaps what the nation is focussing on right now. I can't help but wonder if someone at the BBC was playing silly beggars by deliberately wasting her air-time in that way?
This was followed by a squabble between John McDonell (Labour's Shadow Chancellor of the Exchequer) and John Caudwell (the billionaire who pays the most tax in the UK). Apparently the Labour people had said that there shouldn't be any billionaires in the world, Mr Caudwell had disagreed, and in the subsequent bickering neither side convinced the other of anything. 
Mind you, as Mr Caudwell said, all of the Labour party's plans hinge on their being able to tax the billionaires. If Labour wins the upcoming election and all the billionaires go and live abroad (like many have threatened to do) then the Labour party will be left high and dry. You'd think it would make sense *not* to piss on your chips, wouldn't you?

I got to work and wasted ten minutes trying to photograph a squirrel in the car park. It looked particularly photogenic all the time I was pointing my phone's camera the other way, but managed to avoid me quite well.
I did my bit. At tea break I saw quite the bargain appear on one of the Facebook Lego-related groups. I've handed over my money... here's hoping the bargain arrives.
Having driven to work in the dark I drove home in the dark too. Mind you the Christmas decorations in the houses in the villages were rather pretty.

I arrived home just as "er indoors TM" was taking the wolf pack out for a walk. We went round the block, then came home for a rather good bit of dinner. "er indoors TM" then went bowling. I did the ironing.
I think I got the worse end of that deal…

8 December 2019 (Sunday) - An Afternoon with Daddies Little Angel

The first thing I did today was to test the telly. The Sky HDMI thingy is still poggered. I can watch Sky TV via the scart cable though. Realistically I don’t give a stuff what goes on in the background as long as I can still watch my telly.
Over brekkie I had a look at Facebook. Someone who told me off at the last election for what he felt was my extreme views was today advocating the political party that I was advocating last time. Funny old world…
This chap was making the point that here in Ashford if you want to get rid of the Conservatives you would be better off casting a tactical vote for Labour. Realistically there are only two choices for our next Prime Minister; one is a proven liar, the other a well-intentioned idiot. It speaks volumes about the state of our political system in that we aren’t voting for who we want; we are voting against who we don’t want.
There were quite a few photos from last night’s works Christmas bashes. Both places that I work had their Christmas parties last night. Bearing in mind that I couldn’t go to both I felt it better not to go to either. Mind you it looked as though I’d missed a couple of good sessions.

The plan for this morning had been to take the dogs to Orlstone Woods, but "er indoors TM" had a better offer for the afternoon and time was against us. So we took the hounds round the park. The walk passed off rather well. There were no fights, we played nicely with the other dogs, and with no pheasants near the dogs walked nicely and didn’t pull at all.
With walk walked I popped up the shop. Almond croissants went nicely with a cup of coffee.

"er indoors TM" cleared off out. I gathered up some rubbish and stuck it in the car and I went out too. First of all to Curry’s where I got a new Blu-Ray - DVD player. Eventually. With half a dozen store assistants ignoring me I was on the point of walking out when finally someone wanted to talk to me. Whilst I was there I had a look at the new tellys. Ultra-HD, 4K, 8K… they all looked the same to me. The only difference I could see was the price.
From there I went to Matalan where not one person in ten was paying attention to what was going on. Pretty much everyone was walking around with their noses in their phones; bouncing off of each other as they walked.
It was much the same at the tip; loads of people trying to unload their cars. Everyone seeming to think they were the only person at the tip.

I drove on to Chilham for a quick geo-adventure (and a few munzees too), then on to Morrisons in Canterbury. That place has had a serious make-over since I was last there. I got one or two bits ("Daddy’s Little Angel TM" had given me a shopping list) before spending the afternoon with "Daddy’s Little Angel TM".

I came home and plugged in the new Blu-Ray - DVD player… it didn’t work. I have a theory that yesterday’s little episode has poggered the HDMI input on the telly. I might get a new one in the sales.
As I wrestled with the telly the dogs were getting rather fractious. I gave hem their tea… or to be more precise I put down four bowls of dog food and stood guard so that there was no squabbling. Some wolf their food down, some savour every mouthful. Feeding time is hard work.

"er indoors TM" has said she’ll be late home. I’ve made toast for dinner…