I slept better last night. I had been
undecided about changing jobs for a while and the uncertainty had been preying
on my mind. Now the decision is made and I have a start date I feel a little
more settled.
Mind you I was still awake long before I
needed to be awake this morning.
Over brekkie I watched an episode of “Derek” then had a look-see on the
Internet. I’d received a friend request on Facebook overnight. From Hellene
Corneil. I wonder who Hellene Corneil is. Apparently she lives in London but is
originally from France. From what I can work out we have no friends or
interests in common. I wonder why she’s sent me a friend request. Perhaps she
fancies me. Understandable, but she’s in for a disappointment. I also saw that
the Crystal Maze is to return to the telly.
I then checked my emails to see that (yet again) Amazon was trying to sell me
that which I’d already bought from them.
I spent a few minutes scraping the ice
from my car then set off to work. It was cold today – the dashboard thermometer
in my car read minus six degrees.
The pundits on the radio were spewing
their usual drivel but one article made me listen. The auction house Sotheby’s is
selling an original musical manuscript written by Beethoven. But a musical
expert from Manchester University claimed it was a fake. He listed all sorts
of reasons why it was a fake. The chap from Sotheby’s insisted it was genuine
and claimed to have a team of experts who would vouch for its veracity. He made
great show of the fact that they hadn’t asked the bloke from Manchester
University to verify the thing; the implication being that this chap didn’t
know the difference between his own arse and a hole in the ground. Said
Mancunian then pointed out more problems with the manuscript, and it was at
this point that the chap from Sotheby’s told us all that the so-called
Beethoven expert hadn’t actually seen the manuscript in question.
Unfortunately the radio presenters
stepped in at this point and moved on to the next article. I thought they were
going to have a fight.
I did my bit at work, and came home through the
cold. I ran "Furry Face TM" round the lock, then a
little later we went out to meet "er indoors TM"
who had just collected the latest addition to our family.
“Treacle”
is a little (mostly) black ball of
fluff; the result of an unplanned meeting of a pug and a cocker spaniel. Fudge
seems quite interested in her; she seems rather unsettled. The evening has been
rather fraught…
I never wanted a dog. I’ve now got two…
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