Again I woke at 4am, and lay awake for
over an hour before finally giving up and getting up to watch the telly. “You Rang M’Lord” gave way to the end of
“Brideshead Revisited”; both are
shows I’ve seen so many times, but still keep me amused.
As I watched telly Fudge snored in his
basket. He wasn’t himself last night, he only had a few bites of his dinner,
and wasn’t really that keen on any cheese. He seems to be down more and more
these days. I alternated between the sofa and his basket; getting more and more
worried about him.
(He
later pooped out a two-inch lump of rubber from the supposedly indestructible toy
he ate at the weekend, and was then as right as rain)
With nothing having happened on Facebook
overnight and with no emails worthy of not being deleted unread, I set off to
work. As I drove off, Radio Four was playing its two-minute sport item. Every
morning at about half past seven Radio Four has an item about sports news, It
lasts for two minutes, and as it plays so my piss boils. If there is one thing
more tedious than watching sport it is listening to those who’ve never got of
their arses in their lives to play any sports pontificating on the matter.
The pundits then turned their attention
to yesterday’s budget. There is a lot of anger about the increase in National
Insurance payments required from the self-employed. On the one hand why
shouldn’t they pay the same as I pay? On the other hand shouldn’t they get some
sort of break for trying to make their own way? I don’t know, but I do know
that politics was much simpler when the various political parties stuck to
their core values. When you had naked greed on one side, well-meaning incompetence
on the other and woolly-minded dithering in between, everyone knew where they
stood.
I got to work where I had a rather good
day. I was again entrusted to performing haematinic assays. Today was my fourth
attempt, and bearing in mind that on two of the previous three attempts I’ve
had the engineer out to repair the equipment I think things are now looking up.
With work done I came home. I got back
to Ashford in daylight; I liked that. We walked the dogs round the block.
We had a message from "My Boy TM"
– the deposit has been paid for our holiday in the sun later in the year. I’m
going to Kos.
I wonder where it is…
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