The idea was to have a lie-in this morning. I was still up
before 7am. Over brekkie I had a look at the Internet. The Facebook group about
the new Star Trek series wound me up. Most Star Trek fan stuff winds me up to
be honest.
From forty-odd years of being a Star Trek fan I’ve found
that most die-hard Star Trek fans have this idea of the show which always
involves Gene Roddenberry’s utopian vision of the future, but which rarely has
anything in common with the actual TV show. Again this morning people were
complaining about stuff in the most recent episode of Star Trek: Discovery, claiming that certain things would never
happen in “proper” Star Trek whilst
totally oblivious to the fact that whatever they were complaining about was a
feature of the show long before they were born.
I also found myself copied into an email that I guess
should have gone to the astro club. A couple of years ago a decision was made
not to use a certain speaker as he was far too expensive. I see he’s been asked
to lecture to the club in a little while. Presumably the rest of the committee
have forgotten that they told him to get stuffed a year or so ago as they all
felt he was far too expensive.
Still, not my circus, not my monkey.
I took the dogs for a walk round the park. As we walked we
met a rather small Jack Russell from which Treacle ran in terror. She’s not
good with other dogs. Mind you, she chases squirrels like it is going out of
fashion. Fudge straggled; I wish he’d keep up.
With dogs walked I settled them, then loaded the car with
some bags of rubbish and then drove round to "Daddy’s Little Angel TM"
to get her rubbish. I was under orders to do a tip run today. We filled my car
to the gunnels with rubbish and went to the tip which was surprisingly quiet
today.
"Daddy’s Little Angel TM"
hadn’t been to the tip for ages; it showed. She insisted on kissing goodbye to
each and every bit of tat, and she wasn’t impressed to find that her best shoes
had been put in with what was being thrown out.
We came home via Asda. Like McDonalds, Asda has a
drive-through. You send them an email saying what shopping you want, give then
an hour or so, then turn up at their drive-through and they bring the shopping
out to you. Ideal if you know what you want.
With "Daddy’s Little Angel TM"
deposited back at her place I came home and had a look at the monthly accounts.
I started off with an argument with the bank. I first became a customer of my
bank in either 1984 or 1985, and for thirty-odd years they would send me
current account statements and credit card statements on the seventeenth of
each month. Just recently they’ve taken to sending current account statements
on the twenty-fifth, and credit card statements whenever the mood takes them. I
phoned to (again) ask for statement
on the same date like they always used to, and they assured me that I can
choose the date of the current account statement, but credit card statements
come out randomly like they always have done(!)
I’d rather not move bank if I can avoid it, so the obvious
answer is to use the debit card on the current account rather than my credit
card.
I expect they won’t like that.
With argument over I actually looked at my account… I’m not
skint. In fact I’m seriously in the black from where I was five years ago.
However I’m nowhere near as solvent as I thought I would be on what must be the
wind-down to retirement. I don’t *need*
more money, but I seriously *want*
more.
Having watched all of the third season of “Gotham” I found myself at something of a
loose end, so over lunch I watched the first episode of “The Expanse” on Netflix. And then
I watched some more. So far it seems watchable enough; not entirely unlike “Dark Matter”. After three episodes I was
wilting so I had a bit of a doze.
"er indoors TM" came home. We
settled the dogs, collected Cheryl and Lisa and set off to Maidstone. After a
few minutes stuck in traffic we met up with the rest of the posse and ten of us
went to the Hazlett theatre to see “The
Wedding Singer”. It was an excellent production, but (like most live music) would have seriously benefitted from having
had the volume turned down.
We came home rather later than planned to find nice next
door’s burglar alarm making noise…
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