Over the last few days
we've been watching "Gotham". I first watched it as
it was broadcast over the last few months, and I saved the series on
the SkyPlus box so's "er indoors TM"
could watch it at some future date. That future date was the last few
days, and I watched it with her. Much as I enjoyed watching it
originally an episode each week, I was amazed to find just how much
of the plot I missed. Watching the entire series over a few days made
me appreciate the writers work so much more.
I'm finding much the same
to be true in "Game of Thrones". In this morning's
dose (over brekkie) Nudey DragonGrirl was playing nudey prod
games with someone or other. I'm pretty sure this chap was a major
protagonist, but I had no idea who he was. Also this morning's
episode saw the advent of Sir BrickShithouse. I can't see him lasting
long as he's due to have a fight to the death with one of the major
wielders of the pork sword soon. But I have no idea why said wielder
of the pork sword should be getting into a scrap with Sir
BrickShithouse.
On Friday I mentioned
that I went to Morrisons to get a gadget to scrape the excess hair
out of my ear holes (it's an old man thing). I'd seen these
things for sale in Morrisons before Christmas for eighteen quid and
they'd sold out last Friday. I looked on eBay this morning; exactly
the same thing was up for sale for four quid with free postage. I
also ordered a cheap pair of shoes for work. I really should go back
to using eBay more often.
I took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk round to the park. The
walk was (for once) rather uneventful; as we walked home I saw
something which made me stop and think. There was a young mother with
toddler in push chair standing on their garden path looking at a
slightly older child. This child was sitting on the path, sobbing his
heart out that he didn't want to go to school. I later heard on the
news that a lot of people didn't want to go to work today either. We
are all stuck in a world we didn't design; there must be a way for us
all to spend our time not having to do that which we really don't
want to.
And talking of doing
things we don't want to, after a little pootle about I went to the
dentist. Today's trip involved a visit to the hygienist. After a few
minutes I found myself in the hot-seat and the nice lady said she
would just be giving my fangs a good clean. She rooted about inside
my cake-muncher for over half an hour. And for all that she was full
of glowing praise for my gob, when I rinsed out I felt I was spitting
out rather too much blood for my liking.
I then set off to work.
Via the cheapo petrol station in the town centre, Morrisons, and the
Cheapo-Bargains shop. There was a minor delay getting into Morrisons
as a gaggle of half-wits were having a conversation in the doorway.
Right in the doorway. The manager had to come to shoo them away so
people could get in or out.
I've often wondered what
it is about doorways that seem to attract half-wits. Why is it that
pretty much every door I want to walk through is blocked by a
half-wit?
And so to work. It wasn't
a bad day really...
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