Last night I set the washing machine loose on
my undercrackers. I got up a few minutes early this morning with a plan to sort
them out only to find that "er indoors TM" had
already dealt with them. That was brave of her.
Over brekkie I watched an episode of “You Rang M’Lord” before doing my morning
check of the Internet. I’d had no emails of note and Facebook was equally dull
so I set off to work.
It was foggy as I drove to work; as I
drove the pundits on the radio were lambasting President Donald Trump again.
Whilst it is still early days for him, he seems to be making something of a
hash of being president. I can’t help but feel that the trick to holding any
elected office is pacifying all sorts of competing factions. Mr Trump has never
before held an elected office, nor has he done any military service (in which he would have to take orders).
Instead he’s always been his own boss, and having had a lifetime of giving out
the orders hasn’t prepared him for an office which he *can’t* effectively run as a dictatorship.
I got petrol, then went on to Sainsburys
where I got doughnuts for work. In my last workplace fifteen doughnuts would
have been plenty. I’m now working in a much bigger place. I bought forty; next
time I’ll get fifty. But getting doughnuts was a good move; people who until
now have only nodded politely are now chatting to me.
I took an extended lunch break. There
was a chip in my windscreen and National Windscreens were only a couple of
miles away. They fixed the chip whilst I stood and watched. I was fascinated.
I’ve never seen a chip fixed before. The nice man also repaired the iffy window
trim too. I can’t recommend National Windscreens highly enough. Especially as
they fixed the chip when Autoglass said it was not repairable and wanted to
replace the entire windscreen for several hundred pounds.
I was only ten minutes late back to
work.
I was a little late out of work this
evening; I wanted to make up the time. I came home and walked the dogs round
the block, then advertised next week’s astro club meeting all over Facebook.
"er
indoors TM"
came home with a curry. That got scoffed, then I got the ironing board out.
Shirts don’t iron themselves…
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