I slept like a log last
night; finally waking shortly before 9am. Over brekkie I had a look
on line to see if 'd missed much whilst I'd been sleeping. The local
motorway is now open London-bound. Which is better than it was, but
would still be causing huge traffic problems. Apparently the Prime
Minister is chairing
crisis talks about the problems in Calais which are causing these
delays on the motorway. The news reports say that the Army is on
standby. However these reports didn't say what they were on standby
for. Bearing in mind the problems are caused by thousands of refugees
fleeing a war zone, whatever the Army is asked to do has got to be
worse for the refugees than facing a war zone to make these people
turn round.
I
had a Facebook message from Jennifer Shepherd who said "Hello
Dave and Cath, How are you both, and the doggies? Life here is fine,
but the damp weather is not doing our joints much good. Our first
week here was great, but now the weather is really awful. We have
been out visiting our friends. Harvey and Sophie took us to IKEA last
Sunday, it was very interesting, we bought a couple of bits, but I
think it is more for the youngsters, I have the time of the flights
here for you Dave, departure time 17.00 and arrival time 20.45pm.
Hope that it is still ok for you to pick us up. Will say goodnight,
and we both look forward to seeing you on Monday 10th August. Lots of
love Charles and Jennie XXX "
I
can't help but wonder where I am supposed to be picking them up from,
or indeed wonder who Jennifer Shepherd actually is.
By the time I'd scoffed
my toast it was 10am. Seeing we had another fine day I went into the
garden and got busy. Lawns don't mow themselves. I also mucked out
the fish pond filter. They don't muck themselves out either. It has
been a little while since I did that and it is a job best done when
*I* choose to do it rather than waiting until the thing blocks up
with pond scum.
Over lunch I watched
"Toddlers and Tiaras". "Alyssia"
(aged three) looked quite obscene, and her ambition was listed
as "wanting to get potty trained".
The Rear Admiral then
called, and we took "Furry Face TM"
for a little geo-stroll round Bethersden. It was a sunny afternoon,
and an hour's walk went down very well. We then came home and with
the arrival of Stevey we went for McDinner. MsDinner went down very
well and seeing how we had time to spare after a visit to the Tesco
CashPoint we had a frappucino and cake in Costa.
And so to Astro club. I
wasn't going to go to Astro club tonight; my heart wasn't in it. To
be honest it hasn't been for the last few months. But seeing how I'd
been told the meeting was going to be somewhat lacking in committee
members, and with two hours to go I was asked to be prepared to step
in for a possibly absent speaker I was convinced to put in an
appearence.
Was I glad I went? Well,
I like meeting up with friends. But as for the club itself....
Perhaps my mood wasn't helped by the phenomemal guts ache that the
evening's pig-out had induced.
Let's just say that for
all that I'm the treasurer and have been a member since the very
first meeting, I really don't feel part of what's going on any more.
As I drove home I had
such a strong feeling that I wouldn't ever drive out of that car park
again...
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