I got up five minutes
before the alarm was due to do its thing and spent a couple of
minutes picking up the turds that Sid had peeled out overnight. What
a delightful creature he is...
Over brekkie I had a
look-see on-line. Little had changed really. It rarely does. As I
scoffed my brekkie I watched a particularly dire episode of "George
and Mildred" in which a hen-pecked George was hiding in the
pub. Much as I like going to the pub myself, it never fails to amaze
me how large a part of life pubs play on the telly. I wish I could
afford to go drinking as much as George Roper did.
And so to work. I do like
my shift system because it gives me a lot of time off. However the
flip side is days like today when I have to go in to work on a
Saturday and do a twelve hour shift. But on reflection I prefer this
way of working to a nine-to-five arrangement.
As I drove I was reminded
of yesterday's valet-ing which the car had; both the gear stick and
the steering wheel were rather slipperier than usual. And (as it
does) the radio was churning out its own brand of drivel. There
was an interview with a Kentish nut farmer who wasn't happy about the
presenter's implication that people only buy his nuts as an ornament
for Christmas then throw them away uneaten. He seemed surprised,
shocked and offended by this.
I'm sorry if the farmer
wasn't happy, but that's what we do every year. And so does everyone
else. Don't they?
Bearing in mind how the
new Star Wars film is in the news, the pundits were talking about how
future wars will be fought using space
based technology. I would have thought that shooting down
communication satellites would be an obvious way to cripple an enemy,
but the pundits seemed surprised at just how easy the entire global
communication infrastructure could be knackered. Are these people
*really* that stupid?
Despite the ding-dong I
had with them earlier in the week I stopped off at Morrisons to get
some supplies before work. Much as they might boil my piss, they have
one over-riding advantage when compared to other supermarkets; they
are on my way to work.
Admittedly I drive past
Asda, but I drive past Asda (usually) before 7am, and they
don't open until 7am. Visiting any other supermarket means a rather
serious diversion.
I got there; I did my
shopping. All rather uneventful when compared to my last visit.
I got to work, and had a
very busy day. Ideally I would have gone on from work to the work's
Christmas do. But not leaving work till gone 8pm meant I would be
rather late. And a late night isn't good before an early start.
I've got to do all this
again tomorrow you know..
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