As I was getting some
supplies for overnight in Morrisons yesterday evening an announcement came over
the tannoy. They were suggesting that if customers made their way to aisle
fourteen then they might get something for nothing. So I made a beeline for
aisle fourteen where I was disappointed.
Some obvious fly-boy
was giving the punters all the chatter. True to his word he gave out the freebie
- a rather crappy plastic thingy that cuts cucumbers into helical shapes. Rather
useless unless one wants a helical cucumber. Personally I've never wanted a
cucumber in any shape. But having been given something for nothing I felt
obliged to listen to his patter. It turned out he was trying to sell a novel
hand-whisk. As hand-whisks go I suppose it wasn't too shabby. I would have paid
a couple of quid for it. However he was knocking them out at what he considered
to be the bargain price of twenty quid.
I walked away, taking
my cucumber slicer with me.
I then had a look in Go
Outdoors. I got talking with the nice lady on the shoe stall. She assured me
that the shoes I'd bought from them less than three months ago shouldn't have
fallen apart yet and suggested I might like to bring them back for her to send
to the manufacturer.
I must admit that I was
hoping they'd last more than a couple of months, but what do you expect for
twelve quid?
I got to work, and did
my bit through a rather busy and very warm night. As I worked the radio was
spewing its usual blend of drivel. There was a Poirot play which totally failed
to grip my attention; some drivel about motor racing (which was equally dull), and all sorts of other unmemorable stuff.
Mind you it was probably
as well that they were unmemorable; they will all be repeated tonight and so
since I won't remember them I won't realise it is all repeats.
"Daddy’s
Little Angel TM" and "Stormageddon - Bringer of
Destruction TM" were off swimming, so it was just me and my
dog for our morning walk. Bearing in mind he over-exerted himself yesterday he
had a shortened walk today; through the co-op field and back through the
wetland park bypassing Viccie Park altogether. Mind you he still picked fights
with some bigger dogs, tried to hump other bigger dogs, and found some fox poo.
Once home I scoffed
brekkie and watched an episode of “South
Park” that the SkyPlus box had kindly recorded for me, then spent most of
the day fast asleep. I would have slept better had it not been such a hot day,
but I’m not complaining. Reading social media enough other people are already
complaining. Those whingers boil my piss.
We get days like today –
a heatwave. It’s supposedly too hot. We get lots of days like today – so many
people complain. We then get one day of rain and the same people immediately
forget how bright it has been and are complaining about “typical British weather”.
I’m going to watch an
episode of “Game of Thrones” then it’s
another night shift…
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