I slept like a log last night and woke
to find I was cuddling my dog like a teddy bear. It was a shame he was upside
down, but you can’t have everything.
Over brekkie I watched more “BattleStar Galactica” then had a look at
the Internet. Nothing much had happened overnight, so I set off to work on a
rather cold morning.
Election trivia still dominated the
morning’s news on the radio. There was a ot of talk about how the ex-Chancellor
of the Exchequer George Osbourne isn’t going to stand for parliament at the
upcoming general election. He’s been in the news recently. He’s been appointed
editor of the Evening Standard. In the last year he’s raked in eight hundred
thousand pounds for fifteen speaking engagements. He also gets one hundred and
twenty thousand quid a year stipend from a US thinktank and he works for four
days each month for a financial consultancy firm for which he gets six hundred
and fifty thousand pounds per year.
If I had that sort of money coming in I
wouldn’t bother with parliament either.
I got to work early. I try to leave home
about 7.30am when on a core shift. Any later and the roads round Ashford are
too busy. Today the roads were empty and I was in Maidstone shortly after 8am.
I made similarly good time coming home.
Sometimes the journey to or from
Maidstone takes under half an hour, sometimes it takes over an hour. There is
no reason to it.
Just as I parked up I had a text message
from "er indoors TM" to say she’d already taken the
dogs for a walk. I took a short cut and walked to the park where I met them.
From fifty yards away I bellowed “where’s
my dogs” and they charged to me like things possessed.
We then carried on with our usual
circuit of the park. Or that is "er indoors TM" and
the dogs did. I hobbled. Over the last year I’ve developed a
bunion which is getting progressively more painful. Perhaps if I lost some
weight the thing might hurt a little less…
Today was rather dull…
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