After a relatively
reasonable kip I woke at 5.30am and leapt into action. I wish I
hadn't, as leaping into action really hurt my gammy neck.
Over brekkie I checked
out the Internet. No emails of note, and not much happening on social
media. Social media is becoming hard work these days; more and more
people are setting their Pinterest, Twitter and Facebook accounts to
copy everything they post to every other social network site, so
pretty much everything I see is triplicated.
I then looked on YouTube
to see saxophone renditions of "When I'm 64" - I'm
struggling with the intro and wanted to hear what it is supposed to
sound like.
I gave up after two
minutes as 6.15 am was rather early to have a howling dog doing his
thing (at full volume).
I set off to work a
little earlier than maybe I might have done. It was good to be
leaving home in daylight though. As I drove the radio made me
snigger. There was talk about the ongoing HSBC scandal. Apparently
there is a feeling amongst those with axes to grind that the HSBC
scandal would be far more publicised if HSBC were not spending a
fortune on advertising
contracts with leading newspapers.
Is anyone really
surprised that here is no profit in upsetting your sponsors? If
nothing else it does again show that none of us ever hear unbiased
news coverage.
I got to work, and spent
a couple of minutes in the car park looking for my lost screw. I
couldn't find it. I went in, and soon had an email from "er
indoors TM" . She'd got up to find a
parking ticket on her car.
Traffic wardens in
Ashford boil my piss. They will turn a blind eye to the cars of
commuters left all day parked illegally (and causing obstructions)
but will ticket cars of residents at 8.01am when the parking
restrictions say no parking after 8am.
I bided my time until the
lunchtime sax practice. It went reasonably well, and flushed with
success I went on to this week's sax lesson where I made rather a
stuff-up of everything.
After a brief hiatus I
then went round to Park Farm where there was a meeting of the astro
club's new observatory project committee. There's no denying I went
along not in the best of frames of mind about the project. But what I
heard reassured me somewhat. Here's hoping for great things from this
venture.
I came home to find "er
indoors TM" had "Eastenders"
on the telly. Apparently Lucy was going to get killed in tonight's
installment and it will be the only topic of conversation anywhere
tomorrow.
I watched for five
minutes before losing interest. "Eastenders" was
rubbish thirty years ago and it hasn't improved in the meantime...
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