I slept rather well last night, but it hurt to
move this morning. I looked out of the window to torrential rain. Somewhat
ironic; weeks of dry weather, and on the one day I lift the garden membranes we
get torrential rain.
The weather forecast is that it will all dry up
in time for me to carry on in the garden tomorrow… here’s hoping.
Over brekkie (strawberry conserve) I watched an episode of “Detectorists” which was rather entertaining, and then I caught the
end of “Thinking Tackle”; yet another
fishing show presented by people with absolutely no TV presence whatsoever.
There are a lot of fishing programs on the telly these days which are presented
by people who seem hard pressed to string a few words together. I’ve often said
to "My Boy TM" that we could make a TV fishing
show. Perhaps we should?
I left home slightly earlier than usual;
I went via B&Q for some hacksaw blades in the naive but optimistic hope
that I might use them to saw out the post at the back of the garden that is
giving me grief if the angle grinder fails. Realistically it's not going to
come out by digging.
I then set off to work through the rain,
and along rather busy roads. As I drove
the pundits on the radio were discussing the failure of ten years of the
nation's forced austerity. Despite endless savings and cutbacks, national debt
continues to grow. Apparently for every hundred quid the government raises in
taxes it still spends one hundred and two quid. There is a theory that all the
financial calculations were done on the assumption that the economy would be
doing far better by now than it actually is. I'm reminded of my endowment
mortgage. I was promised endless riches when that thing matured; in fact I
ended up out of pocket. Perhaps the government should take a leaf out of my
book and not spend whet it doesn't have?
They were also discussing how the Prime
Minster seems to have found money to throw at problems in Northern Ireland far
out of proportion to problems in the rest of the UK presumably in a shameless
bit to keep the DUP on her side. It
seems there *is* money to be had
then?
I got to work, and did my bit. Perhaps somewhat
less than my bit as I was aching rather a lot. And with my bit done I came
home. The plan had been to go to Rye for a meal with father-in-law this
evening, but for various reasons he wasn't able to get along. So once home I
spent an hour firstly finishing painting the new fence panel, and then giving
two other panels a second coat.
As I painted all dogs tried to “help” me…
"er indoors TM" did a rather
good bit of dinner, and we scoffed it together with a bottle of plonk whilst
watching stuff off of the SkyPlus box.
Today was something of a dull day. If I wasn’t
quite so tired and aching it might have been better…
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