As I drove home after the
night shift. I couldn't
believe what I heard on the radio. The country's most senior
general has publically expressed concern at the thought of Jeremy
Corbyn becoming Prime Minister. It is no secret that Mt Corbyn came
to office under the suspicion that he was a bit of a twit, and it
realls seems that he has done his level best to remove any doubt on
the matter. It comes to something when a serving military officer now
publically expresses concern about the bloke.
At the time of his
becoming leader of the Labour party there was concern about how many
people had seemed to have joined the Labour party purely to vote
in the leadership ballot. Was the election really fixed? Did tens
of thousands of Conservative voters *really* effectively make
the Labour party unelectable?
As I arrived home I saw a
van outside our house. But not just any old van. A van from the Acme
Lawnmower, Washing Machine and Dangerous Toy Corporation. It was at
that moment that my phone beeped with a text message telling me that
the nice man from the Acme Lawnmower, Washing Machine and Dangerous
Toy Corporation was coming to look at our washing machine.
By the time I got in he
had already worked his magic. The programmer had indeed gone west and
he'd fitted a new one. He also made the observation that we'd had the
thing set to do cold washes only. If nothing else we've been saving
money all these years.
I had vaguely planned to
take "Furry Face TM" out to plan
the New Year walk today, but I was feeling rather too tired to
wrestle with navigating new (to me) footpaths so instead we
did one of our standard walks round to Singleton Lake and back.
Whilst at the lake my dog was busy snuffling in the undergrowth (as
dogs do) so I thought I'd photograth the geese who were looking
particularly scenic. It was at that point that Fudge decided to pick
a fight with a goose.
Once home I had all sorts
of plans about what I might do with the day; but feeling rather tired
I thought I'd get an hour's sleep then spend the afternoon doing all
sorts of little errands.
I woke up and looked at
the clock. I expected it to be early afternoon; the clock said
4.30pm, so I decided to do the petty errands another time.
"er indoors TM"
came home and in a novel break with tradition was n't bowling
tonight so instead we caught up with watching stuff off of the
SkyPlus box.
Can't beat an evening of
rubbish telly and grim red wine...
In the meantime the
washing machine is making rather seriously bad noises. Perhaps we
need the nice man back?
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