I slept well; I’ve had rather a busy
long weekend. But I was still wide awake by 5am. Over brekkie I watched “BattleStar Galactica” then sparked up my
lap-top. There wasn’t much happening on Facebook (which was probably for the best). I had an email from the South
Ashford Community Forum telling me of plans to build a house on some disused
land up the road from me, and I had a job offer in Hillingdon. I also had an
email from LinkedIn telling me that people I don’t know were now adding
cyber-connections to other people I don’t know.
As I pootled on-line I listened to Fudge
snoring in his basket. He sleeps more and more as he is getting older. He loves
going out for adventures, but the adventures do tire him. I worry about him;
he’s not as young as he once was. He rarely gets up in the morning to hope for
toast any more.
I set off to work; as I drove the talk
on the radio was all about the upcoming election. My cynicism about democracy
was proved beyond all doubt when the pundits interviewed an eighty-one year old
bloke who had announced that he was going to vote at the upcoming general
election for the first time ever. He was quite clear that at every previous
election he had been uncertain of the outcome, but with the public’s perceived
contempt for Jeremy Corbyn he felt sure of a Conservative victory. And so he
felt that he could vote. He will vote Conservative; confident of their victory
because voting for the loser is wasting your vote (apparently).
I got to work and had a message from an
old colleague. A chap with whom I used to work at Canterbury came for interview
a couple of weeks ago; he’d just handed in his notice and will be working with
me again in a couple of months. Another old colleague also resigned today. I
wonder if they too felt that they were being bullied out?
I had a rather good day at work, and with work
done I came home and we walked the dogs round the park. "Furry Face TM"
did dawdle; he has no urgency when we go out.
"er indoors TM" is boiling up
dinner; what with the rest of the week being late shifts and night shift I didn’t
fancy going to the Tuesday thing today. A night in front of the telly will suit
me right.
Perhaps watching the telly wlil get rid of my
ear-worm; “Somewhere that’s
Green” (from “Little Shop of Horrors”)
has been stuck in my head all day…
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