I slept well until 4am,
then on waking far too early couldn't get back to sleep again. I gave
up trying shortly after 5.30am and got up. Over brekkie I watched
Saturday's episode of Dad's Army in which the verger made sure there
was no mis-use of the vicar's apparatus (!)
I then did my morning
check of Facebook. Apparently a helicopter has been circling the town
overnight. One of the more "educated" of the masses
had posted that she thought "sum fink bad" had
happened.
And then I got rather
angry.. a distant relative was posting all sorts of left-wing
socialist political stuff. Whilst I agreed with the sentiment of what
he was posting, it never fails to boil my piss that the chap is *the*
most ardent supporter of the Conservative party. He won't hear a word
against the Conservatives, but disagrees with their policies at every
turn.
In the past I've tried to
explain....
After yesterday's debacle
I then made a point of putting my wellies in the back of my car.
There was a lot of ice to be scraped from the car this morning. Odd
really as I had to wear my sunglasses as I drove; the sun was that
bright.
It was as well the sun
was out and had melted the ice on the roads. I had to use my brakes
quite a bit this morning. One particular car; a BMW (with
registration LR53 NCY) was swerving from lane to lane in a
desperate attempt to get in front of everyone else. Having cut me up
twice this car then drove through a red traffic light. However that
did them no good whatsoever as I caught up with them in Kennington
some two minutes later.
As I drove to work the
radio was telling me all that was going on in the wider world. The
Chancellor of the Exchequer was
having problems. MPs are to vote on whether or not to approve his
budget plans. It seems there is a groundswell of opinion against his
plans. But it is not clear whether is is on sound financial rreasons,
or for silly political reasons about his stance on Europe, or to
scupper his chances of taking over from David Cameron as leader of
the Conservative party. I would have thought the nation's finances
were too important for silly political manouvering, but what do I
know?
And controversy still
rages as to whether men's
or women's tennis is the most important. It seems there is a lot
of bad feeling amongst professional tennis players as to who should
have the most prize money.
It is a matter of the
utmost indifference to me, but this is apparently very important. It
must be to have warranted so much attention.
I got to work; I did my
bit and came home again. I got stuck in road works on the way.
Apparently the road works in Kennington will be there for
several months. I was delayed by eight minutes this evening so I
can't really grumble.
Once home I walked "Furry
Face TM" round the block and then after a
rather good bit of scoff we drove down to Folkestone to visit Jimbo.
A cuppa, a few insults bandied, and then we watched proper Star Trek
with Captain Kirk.
Did you know William
Shatner was eighty-five today?
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