Yesterday's walk (and
roll in fox poo) must have been more wearing for my little dog
than I thought. Not only did he spend most of yesterday evening
snoring, he spent the night in his basket and didn't stir at brekkie
time.
I watched a whole episode
of "Are You Being Served" without once having to
pause to comb him or share my toast.
Yesterday was a good day
off; but the price of days off in the week is having to work at night
and at weekends. I don't mind really. On reflection it's a rather
good deal.
And so I set off to work.
As I left home I was rather amazed to see someone walking up the road
in full evening dress; bow tie and all. Mind you on closer scrutiny I
realised that the chap's bow tie was at a less than rakish angle, his
shirt was untucked, his vacant eyes were looking in different
directions, and he wasn't so much walking as staggering. Ten seconds
after I noticed his disarray he was sick into the neighbour's
wheelie-bin.
He glared at me as I
laughed out loud.
As I drove to work the
pundits were discussing the recent election; specifically how wrong
the recent
opinion polls had been. Having had another hung Parliament
predicted for so long, despite the odds the Conservatives have
managed to form a majority government. Various reasons were suggested
for why the opinion polls could have been so wrong; interestingly one
of the leading suggestions was one that had (perhaps uncharitably)
occurred to me. The theory was mooted (on the radio) that the
opinion polls were wrong because many Tory voters were afraid to
admit that to the pollsters.
Having spent much of the
recent weeks discussing the nation's politics, prior to the election
I only met one person who said he would (and did) vote Tory.
But now, having won, Conservative voters are ten-a-penny.
As I so often do I
stopped off at Morrisons for supplies before work. Being unable to
locate what I wanted I harangued a passing assistant. Disaster;
Morrisons would seem to have stopped making "Doctor Pop";
I had to rough it with their home-brand diet cola instead. Have you
ever had Morrison's home-brand diet cola? It's foul.
I then spent most of the
rest of the day with something of a sniffle and constantlly sneezing;
either I've got a cold coming or I've developed an allergy to
something.
I do hope I'm not
developing hay fever; that would be a nuisance...
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