Morrisons is very
different at 7pm compared to 7am. At 7am they have the better fruit;
only the manky stuff is left by the evening. And in the evening the
place is swarming with normal people. I had to queue up to pay for my
goodies last night. I eventually ot to work where I did my bit
overnight, and then came home this morning.
As I drove I listened to
the radio. The Government is planning to spend a small fortune on
flood defences.
I would have thought it would have been better spent earlier in the
year rather than waiting until the floods are about to start, but
what do I know? The pundits on the radio made the valid point that
this money isn't new money; it is to be raised from making economies
elsewhere in public spending. And apparently the money isn't so much
going where it's needed as to marginal constituencies where there may
be votes to be had.
Meanwhile the Middle East
is again wracked
by strife and Boko Haram extremists are again killing everyone
and anyone who doesn't subscribe to their brand of superstitious
nonsense...
Once home I walked in
just as "er indoors TM" was
walking out. I took "Furry Face TM"
round the block, and had a quick bite of brekkie before setting off
to the dentist (on the right day this time).
The staff at the
dentist's were operating a new system today in which they took all
the patients' details onto tablet PCs, swore, and then copied them
manually onto their main surgery IT system whilst all the time
cursing about what the lying rep had promised.
I got in to the dentist
reasonably quickly. He rummagd about inside my biscuit muncher whilst
shoutiing numbers and technical terms before finally saying my gob
was in reasonably good condition, but I needed to see the hygenist
so's she could give me a once-over. (Result!)
I then collected "My
Boy TM" and drove him to Tunbridge Wells
which was from where he wanted to collect a bike he'd bought on eBay.
He claimed he needs the excercise. I've been telling him that for
years.
We found our way using
his sat-nav. His sat-nav is a wonderful device. I don't think it's
the one Noah used on the Ark, but it's certainly in that range. Its
maps don't bear that much relation to modern-day Kent, and it had an
annoying habit of giving intricate detail about turnings five miles
distant, and then waiting until we'd gone past those turnings before
reminding us about them.
Despite its help we got
the bike, and as a thank-you-daddy "My Boy TM"
got me an all day brekkie. Very nice. I came home, spent the rest of
the day fast asleep, and am now off on anotehr night shift...
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