I had a rather traumatic
night fraught with nightmares about my having been elevated to the
role of President of my professional body purely becase said
professional body wanted to (en masse) go geocaching and my
role in the new world order was to supervise the punishment of the
dissenters in a rather barbaric prison.
I woke up in something of
a cold sweat half an hour before my alarm was set to go off.
Over brekkie I watched
the episode of "Yonderland" that I'd slpet through
last night. I also saw that the SkyPlus box has started recording
episodes of "Family Guy". I didn't set it to do
that. I wonder what's going on there.
I set off to work;
listening to the radio as always. There was little of note on the
news. Speculation about what will happen with the Greek debt crisis.
speculation about the Chancellor's budget. No actual facts but a lot
of guesswork.
I got to work a lot
easier than I got home last night and once at work I pootled about
spending much of the day keeping my head down. Coming home wasn't
easy though. Much of Kent is still blocked up with Operation Stack.
Every time the French workers in Calais get the hump, all of Kent
grinds to a halt. I wonnder if the lorry drivers might use another
port in future and put Calais out of business?
Once home (with a
little help from the Rear Admiral) I got much of the camping gear
out of storage and into the living room. We'll load the car tomorrow.
I then took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk. Other than having to
stop him from rolling in a dead sparrow the walk passed off
reasonably uneventfully. We came home via the kebab shop; with "er
indoors TM" off out tonight I had to get
tea from somewhere.
We scoffed the kebab (and
chips) whilst watching one of the episodes of Family Guy that the
SkyPlus box had decided to record for me, and then I had a look-see
on-line. A couple of weeks ago I ordered some leather insoles. The
wrong things arrived, the seller wouldn't answer emails, eBay gave me
a refund and I gave the seller a negative feedback. Today they've
written to me begging to send me the correct insoles if I will amend
my feedback. I've told them that if they send me what I asked for
then I will amend the feedback. I wonder if they will assume that
means I will remove the negative? I hope they don't think that,
because I won't.
This morning as I'd
driven to work there had been speculation about today's budget. By
this evening the details had been announced. There is a calculator
available on-line. It says that I shall be eighty quid a year
better off. But then I'm old, the kids have left home, the house is
(mostly) paid for. Those who are young, with children at home
and still paying a mortgage (or rent) won't have a pot to piss
in.
Why are so many people
who (only a couple of months ago) voted in such a way to allow
this budget to have happened now posting their surprise and amazement
all over social media?
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