Many years ago (twenty-three to be precise) together with a dozen or so of my
closer associates I collected playing cards of the Star Trek Customisable
Card Game
(or “Sad Cards” as we called it). You
bought the cards in a sealed pack of a dozen. Being sealed you had no idea what
cards you were getting, and with over three hundred cards in total you had to
buy a *lot* of packs to get the lot.
Getting a complete collection was further complicated by some cards being far
rarer than others. Like everybody else I would buy in bulk in a desperate
attempt to complete my collection.
I did complete the set; I still have it
on a shelf somewhere. At the time it was common knowledge that a full set was
worth over seven hundred pounds. No one wanted to buy a full set; you really
couldn’t give them away. I offered my full set for a fiver and had no takers,
but it was common knowledge that a full set was worth over seven hundred
pounds.
Overnight Martin messaged me to say that
for some odd reason these cards are becoming collectable again. Perhaps I might
dig them out and dust them off.
Over brekkie I watched an episode of “Detectorists”, and with no emails of
note and absolutely nothing happening on Facebook, I got dressed. I put on one
of the new shirts I bought yesterday. I'd thought I'd got a bargain. I hadn't.
I'd actually got a load of old rubbish. The body of the shirt may well have
been size XXL; the arms were small (at
most). I put the shirt on and simply couldn't move my arms. There must have
been some cock-up at the factory. I shall take it back when I'm next on a late
shift.
As I drove to work the pundits on the
radio were talking about a school in Derby. Recently its educational standards
have gone through the roof. The headmaster has insisted that during lessons the
children close their mouths and listen to the teacher. During lesson times the
school is a quiet place; not noisy like it used to be. And they have instigated
a somewhat radical policy in which children wandering the school during lesson
times are challenged as to why they aren't in class.
Amazing what a difference a little
common sense has made.
There was also talk about the
Government's Repeal Bill in which all laws made by the European Parliament are
to be absorbed into British law. I thought the whole (stupid) idea was to get rid of the laws imposed by the European
Parliament, not to just change the heading on the paper on which they are
written.
This whole Brexit thing isn't turning
out quite how it was promised, is it?
I got to work and as I worked I got a
text. A minor disaster... "My Boy TM" isn't
available for next week's fishing trip. That's a shame... Do I go on my own (lonely) or see if anyone fancies a
geo-walk. I've half a mind to go set some geocaches in the Chilmington area. I
shall have a look at the map later.
On the other hand I really need to
disassemble the biggest water-feature in the garden and give it a good
clean-out. The paving slabs laid last Monday should be settling by then, and
maybe I could make something from the decking I saved.
I *could*
do the garden, but I still ache (and hurt)
from Monday's garden work.
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