Yesterday the puppy woke me at 3am; it
was slightly earlier this morning when her fidgeting about disturbed me. I tried
to nod off again, but I saw every quarter of the hour between 2am and 6am.
Over brekkie I watched an episode of “Dad’s Army” then had my morning dose of
Internet. Not that much was going on in Facebook really, but overnight I’d had
a few job offers from employment agencies wondering if I fancied testing blood
in Manchester and/or Northampton. It struck me as ironic that when I was
seriously job-hunting I heard nothing from this agency, but now I am settled
they send me loads of job offers. Mind you I did tell them I didn’t want to
relocate and still they send me details about impractical opportunities.
LinkedIn again was trying to chum me up
with people I’ve never met and with whom I have absolutely nothing in common,
and “Tena Lady” wondered if I’d like
to sample their incontinence pads(!)
Pausing only briefly to trip over the
rubbish "er indoors TM" had littered up the stairs
(and fall down three of them) I set
off to work. I drove to work through rather heavy rain. As I drove the pundits
on the radio were talking about how dry it was, and how hose pipe bans will be coming into
force soon.
There was also a lot of time given to
the upcoming French election. A *lot*
of air time was spent replaying speeches the leading candidates had made. What
a waste of time; firstly because the average Brit can’t vote in the French
elections, and secondly because they were speaking in French and the average
Brit couldn’t understand a word they were saying.
I did my bit, came home, and then voted
in the local elections. Who did I want running the local council? I had to
choose between:
- Unbridled greed
- Wanton racism
- Blatant opportunism
- Two flavours of well-intentioned incompetence
With my “X” cast we took the dogs round
the park, then "er indoors TM" went to move her car
closer to home. When we got home the parking was tight. I left my car where it
was. I shall get it in the morning. "er indoors TM"
then went up the KFC for tea. I was pleased about that.
KFC and an evening in front of the telly.
“Benidorm” and re-runs of “Bake-Off”. Not too shabby…
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