Insomnia
has returned with a vengeance. Yesterday I woke at 1.30am and lay
awake for most of the night. Last night I managed to sleep until
2.20am before waking. As I looked at the clock I noticed that Furry
Face had sneaked up to lie on the bottom of the bed. Normally I would
have marched him downstairs, but he was still and quiet, so I left
him there. He's not been himself these last couple of days; seeming
somewhat timid; almost afraid of something. I wonder what's up with
him?
And
so to work. As I drove there was talk of one TV company buying the
rights to televise some football league. I don't know the details,
and don't much care. But apparently this company's acquisition of the
rights to screen these football matches means that thousands (if
not millions) of people will change TV supplier. Personally I
couldn't care less, but I know I'm in the minority here.
I
stopped off at Pets at Home on the way. Furry Face needs dog food. I
thought I'd get some collar barrel name tag thingies (for
geocaching purposes). Pets at Home didn't have any. In fact they
didn't have much of anything at all. The chap in the shop said they'd
recently had a spate of shoplifting. Shoplifting! - it looked like
the locusts had been; the shelves were that empty.
The
last part of my journey to work is usually a drive of five minutes.
It took twenty today. I found myself stuck behind a twit driver who
was randomly doing emergency stops for no reason that I could
determine. He would stop and hold up the traffic for extended periods
because there was a mother with pram fifty yards down the road (on
the pavement), someone coming the other way was turning left so he
stopped whilst they did so. Oh my piss boiled.
I
did my bit at work and came home where I tried to park. If only
people would look at where they can and can't park, and park closer
to the ends of parking bays, and not be obsessed with parking
squarely outside their houses then there would be space for about a
dozen more cars up my road...
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