I slept like a log last
night. hardly surprising bearing in mind what a busy day I'd had. On
reflection yesterday was one of those wonderful days. It started off
not looking all that special; a bit of gardening after a night shift,
but ended up being great fun.
I got up to frustration
this morning. There were three geo-puzzles I really wanted to solve
before going out. I neeed to look up one or two facts, but (again)
the Internet was slow to the point of being unusable. I took forty
minutes to do what realistically I could have done in five minutes.
The sooner the
fibre-optic thing goes live the better.
With the Internet finally
hobbling along I had a little look on Facebook. A chap of my
acquiantance had posted a little picture comparing the relative wages
of train drivers and doctors; the gist of his posting being a rather
good socialist rant that train drivers get an *incredibly*
good deal by their being able to go on strike and stand up for
themselves. Whereas hospital doctors get shafted by *not*
going on strike. What particularly boiled my piss is the fact that
this chap is actually a staunch and vocal Conservative supporter. Why
on Earth do people vote for a certain political party (of any
persuasion) when they clearly believe in the philosphy of
another.
Have I ever mentioned
that I don't beleive in democracy?
"er indoors TM"
popped the lead on to "Furry Face TM"
and we went out to Staplehurst for the monthly geo-meet. We met many
old friends, and made several new ones. The ale was good, the food
was also scoff-worthy. We did debate about leaving "Furry
Face TM" at home; it was a shame he
decided to disgrace himself by trying to pick a fight with a rather
large Alsatian.
After a few hours we said
our goodbyes and drove home; stopping off in Headcorn to try for (and
find) the recently published Wherigo.
Being unable to find
anywhere to park near home we drove round to see "Daddies
Little Angel TM" and drop off Charlie's
Christmas pressies. Better late than never! "Stormageddon -
Bringer of Destruction TM" was
looking rather sorry for himself; yesterday he'd managed to tip his
buggy onto himself and he'd cut his cheek and given himself a black
eye. Silly boy !
We had a rather good bit
of scoff for tea, and we cracked open a bottle of plonk. Wine is odd
stuff; that which is expensive and comes highly recommended is often
disappointing. That which is cheap is often far better. Tonight's
bottle which we'd been saving was something of a let-down. But with
that guzzled I had a bottle of stout which made up for the
disappointment.
I quite like a bottle of
stout...
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