Being on a late start made for something of a lie-in, even if my beloved's alarm did go off at five past seven. An odd time for which to set an alarm, but what do I know? I got up and spent a few minutes on my morning constitutional - having lost a lot of weight, I'm a bit loose in places. Toning up is a must-do. But have you ever tried to do twenty sit-ups with a Patagonian Tripehound sitting on your chest whilst trying to chew your ears? It's a form of exercise which doesn't come easily. So I abandoned sit ups and spent the time terrorising the dog instead.
After a swift bit of
brekkie I set off to work. The rain was very heavy, as was the
traffic. Or, that is traffic was heavy in every direction except the
one in which I was going. I drove all the way with a sense of
foreboding. It seemed that everyone knew of some delay, accident or
obstruction that I didn't. Why else would no one be going that way?
But I got to Canterbury without event. I wonder why every other
direction was heaving with traffic except where I was going. Odd.
For once there was
actually something
of interest in the news. The star Tau Ceti would seem to have a
family of (at least) five planets around it, and one "super-Earth"
in the habitable zone. It's a far cry from having discovered aliens,
but it's quite an impressive discovery. I felt sorry for the expert
astronomer who was being interviewed on the subject on the radio. The
news commentators were full of sarcastic puerile comments about
little green men, but never once actually asked anything sensible;
not even the name of the star in question.
Interestingly the next
guest to be interviewed (on the matter of the management of the
BBC) told the same news commentators to stop their snide
comments.
There
was also trivia. Apparently hideous Christmas jumpers are making
a comeback. And, making a mockery of all of the talk of recession,
shops are selling out of these jumpers; some of them costing over a
thousand pounds. Who can spare a thousand pounds to spend on a
jumper? If any of my loyal readers have money to burn in these
austere times, spare a thought for "Yours Truly"
with "er indoors TM" and Furry
Face to support.... (provided the world don't end tomorrow)
Just in case the
crackpots are right and the world does end tomorrow, can I take this
opportunity to wish everyone what they would wish themselves at such
a momentous occasion. Ends of the world don't happen that often.
Having said that I've
lived through quite a few ends of the world. My first (in 1980)
was something of a disappointment, and since then I've never really
taken the occasion seriously. Having had a quick
look on Wikipedia it would seem I've survived a couple of dozen
apocalypses. So far they have all passed off uneventfully, but
tomorrow might just be the big one. If it is, I'll just say "so
long - and thanks for all the fish"...
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