I
went to sleep last night with Fudge's chin on my shoulder, I woke to find the
puppy was there this morning. They must have swapped in the night.
Over
brekkie I watched another episode of "Red
Dwarf", and seeing nothing much had happened on the Internet overnight
I set off to work rather earlier than I might have done. I was taking no
chances with the traffic.
As
I drove the pundits on the radio were discussing the Brexit negotiations. There is a growing
feeling that the European negotiators are deliberately
dragging their heels and that Britain should make the announcement that there
will be no agreement when the UK leaves the EU so that businesses can prepare
for the worst. The implication was that any agreement that might be
reached in the meantime would be a bonus. Would it be? I don't really know. But
it does amaze me how these things can just drag on.
Mind
you, what with rising inflation and Sterling falling, several independent
international experts are recommending that Britain not go through with
Brexit at all. Personally I can't help but think it is too
late for that. As a nation we've made a rather stupid decision. But having gone
this far the UK needs to go through with it. Going back on the scheme will
leave the UK with no credibility in the EU at all.
Meanwhile
the boffins at Google have created an artificial intelligence which really does learn for itself. I wonder
if this effectively makes all the hot air about Brexit and other political
trivia somewhat redundant?
I
had a good run to work, but I wasn't impressed when I got to Hermitage Lane.
There wasn't a single person working at the road works which are causing the
delays. There rarely is. There are often people in hi-vis jackets standing
around the area talking to each other and into their phones. There are often
people in hi-vis jackets over the road in McDonalds. But people in hi-vis
jackets getting their hands dirty by actually doing the road works?
The
sooner there's one or two more there, the sooner I can get to work in less than
an hour.
I
got to work, and did my bit. I got to work much earlier than I had originally
intended. I had been expecting to be on the late shift today, but late
yesterday afternoon I was asked if I could swap my shift. Being an obliging
kind of guy I agreed. Much as I like the late start of the late shift, the late
finish can be just a tad too late. What really bugs me about the late finish is
driving round the roads at home at nearly ten o'clock at night desperately
hunting for a parking space, and then finding the only place I can park is
three streets away from home.
In
much the same vein of being helpful I've agreed to do tomorrow's night
shift as a colleague has gone down with the two bob bits.
With
my bit I came home. Again there was no one doing any work on the road works in
Hermitage Lane. What could be a five minute journey takes half an hour because
of the absentee workmen.
Once
home I took the dogs for a short walk. Fudge had a funny five minutes at one
point. When we were at the furthest point from home he stopped and refused to
take another step. He simply would not budge. After a little coaxing and
cajoling I carried him for fifty yards before trying him again. He then walked
fine. I wonder what that was all about?
"er indoors TM" boiled up some dinner,
and we scoffed it whilst watching the telly. Not a bad way to spend the evening…
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