I woke at 5.30am and got
up. Whilst this is a lot earlier than many people get up, these days
I am sleeping through till gone 5am without spending much of the
night wide awake. This is a vast improvement on how things used to
be.
Whilst I had got up, my
dog hadn't. He wagged his tail sleepily at me when I fussed him, and
he went back to sleep as I scoffed toast and watched the latest
episode of "Family Guy" which I'd recorded over the
weekend.
I set off to work; as I
drove the talk on the radio was about the forthcoming Scottish
independence referendum. It would seem that everyone who is anyone in
the world of business has signed an open letter claiming that
independence will be incredibly
bad for the Scottish economy. As time goes by I get the distinct
impression that the whole independence thing is preying on an
overblown sense of national pride at the expense of common sense. I
can see the "Yes" vote winning, Scotland going
independent and going straight down the pan, and in five years time
the rest of the United Kingdom refusing to take Scotland back; not
wanting to bail out a bankrupt economy.
I stopped off at
Morrisons for some shopping and had a minor row at the till. Dog food
billed at "Two for eighty pence" was not being sold
as such. The assistant had a right cob when I insisted on that
discount and she had to go round to the dog food aisle to check. She
was not happy when she had to refund my thirty two pence.
Mind you she had her
revenge when I tried to send her back to the toilet roll aisle
because she was trying to charge me ninety pence more than the
advertised price. Apparently the price advertised for the bogroll I
was buying was actually for a different bogroll. I could have pursued
the issue, but by then I'd wasted too much time so I stupmed up the
difference and contented myself with rubbishing the shop on Facebook.
Work was surprisingly
busy, but having a bright day (for a change) meant I could
practice on my saxophone. The tunes are mostly there, but are oh-so
slow.
The plan for the evening
had involved me being left to my own devices as "er indoors
TM" was going to stage some girly jewellry
party, but the jewellry-monger's gran was taken poorly at the last
minute. So we took "Furry Face TM"
out in the car to Egerton where we parked up by a geocache and walked
for a mile or so to another one. And then walked back again. It was
a really good walk, but in the end we were racing the fading light.
We got back to the car just five minutes before sunset.
You know you are getting
old when you comment on the nights drawing in...
No comments:
Post a Comment