Despite
having done two night shifts I was still wide awake before 5am this
morning. Over a spot of brekkie (shared with my dog) I watched
"This is England 86"; all of the "This is
England" series have recently appeared in the box sets
sections on my SkyPlus box. Today's episode was actually set on June
11 1986; *exactly* thirty years ago to the day. I quite liked the
program; it was only marred by the fact that when "Lol" got
out of bed the soles of her feet were absolutely black. Clearly she'd
not really just had a "romp" but had actually been walking
round on a rather grubby studio floor. I've noticed this quite a bit
on the telly. Watch any character getting out of bed on any show or
film - the soles of their feet are often black. Who *really* goes to
bed with such filthy trotters?
Before
I left home I quickly checked my emails. I had a friend request on
Facebook from Tracey StripesBarbers Watkins. Judging by the mutual
friends we have in common it looks like she's a relative of some
sort... If any of my loyal readers know who Tracey StripesBarbers
Watkins"might be please let me know.
I
set off to work just before 6.30am. I wasn't pleased about this; I
originally had plans for the day. EI had arranged a geo-event for
today but I was told earlier in the week that due to sickness there
was a problem covering today's day shift. My innate sense of
professionalism came to the fore and so I abandoned my plans and said
I'd cover the shift. I'm good like that.
Mind
you today was "Get
Outdoors Day" so I really had to go locate some
Tupperware before work. I made a quick find in a location where I'd
previously drawn a blank, then headed off to work. As I drove I was
tail-ended by some twit on a motorbike. For the entire way from Hythe
to Canterbury this idiot remained a few yards behind my car. When I
slowed to let him pass so he slowed too; when I speeded up so he
speeded up. Always keeping the same (far too close) distance between
us.
And
people wonder why motorcyclists get involved in such horrific
accidents.
Today
was also World Gin Day.
If I hadn't been working I could have been part of a rather
stupendous booze up.
I
got to work and did my bit. There's no denying that I spent much of
today sulking. I had made plans for today and didn't like cancelling
them. But the time passed quickly enough, and as the day wore on so
the rain started. Perhaps not the best of days to have been out and
about.
It
was soon home time. I whinged my discontent at the poor girl who was
my relief and drove homewards. It had stopped raining...
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