I was rather tired this
morning; perhaps an early shift after yesterday's exertions wasn't
such a good idea? As I scoffed my toast I watched this week's episode
of "The Last Man on Earth" on my own. "Furry
Face TM" didn't stir at all. He was still
worn out.
Bearing in mind I'd been
the driver of a car full yesterday, the car felt noticably lighter as
I drove to work this morning. As I drove the pundits on the radio
were again sticking
the knife into Jeremy Corbyn. Perhaps the bloke is just
well-meaning but a little misguided. Perhaps he's the best leader the
Labour party has ever had but somehow made an enemy of the press.
Perhaps he really is a clueless imbecile. I don't know; all I know is
what I hear about him through the media. And (in all honesty)
I'm yet to hear anything positive about the bloke.
I can't help but wonder
if it might be better for the Labour party for him to resign in
favour of a leader against whom the press haven't obviously taken a
grudge.
I stopped off at
Morrisons who had no bananas. Not one. Can you beleive it? And then I
took a five minute diversion to Harbledown for geo-purposes. One of
the things that "real" geocachers are supposed to do
is to have found at least one cache on every day of the year. I'd
managed three hundred and thirteen out of a possible three hundred
and sixty six days. Now I've done three hundred and fourteen thanks
to a young lad who started filling Canterbury with caches a few
months ago. It is a shame that he seems to have given up; he was
actually contributing to the hobby.
I got to work for the
early shift, did my thing, and at lunch time I stayed awake through a
commercial presentation. To be honest it was really only fair that I
did so; the nice people presenting had brought in posh sandwiches for
us.
An early start made for
an early finish. I went home via the petrol station at Morrisons, and
once home I took "Furry Face TM"
for a little walk. We might have gone further, but it was dark and
raining. So we came home and after a rather good bit of tea "er
indoors TM" went off to flog candles to
Charlotte and her mates.
I stayed home and in
between fussing my dog I polished boots, de-mudded wellies and sorted
laundry. What an exciting life I lead...
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