The puppy had a restless night, but
wasn't her fidgetting that kept me awake;
it was Fudge grumbling at her that I found disturbing. The pair of them
finally settled about five o'clock, and I got one hour 's rest before the alarm
went off.
Over brekkie I watched another episode
of "Big Mouth", then set
the dishwasher loose on an assortment of crockery that I'd found and set off.
Needing petrol I went to the petrol
station on the ring road. I would rather have stopped off at one of the petrol
stations on my way to work, but being a meanie I went for the cheapest I could
find. Petrol on Ashford's ring road is seven pence per litre cheaper than in
Pembury. I saved nearly three quid this morning.
I got my petrol and eventually paid for
it. The surprisingly attractive grannie was on the till and there was a gaggle
of suitors at the counter all clamouring for her attention. Personally I can't
see the attraction. When I finally got to the counter I asked if they had any
Cadbury's mini-eggs (as I fancied some).
She rather dismissively told me to come back in a month or so as they aren't
available yet. I pondered about telling her that every other shop in the county
has them, but decided not to rattle her cage.
I went back to my car. On Monday I'd
reset the mileage calculator on my car. There is a gadget which tells me how
far I can drive before needing petrol. It makes this prediction based on recent
fuel usage. I used to get about four hundred and ninety-five miles from a tank
of petrol when I was working in Canterbury.
This was much the same for Maidstone, but (based on this week's driving) today it told me I could now get five
hundred and forty miles from a tank of petrol.
Driving cross-country is economical, if
nothing else.
Having got petrol I was about a quarter
of an hour later leaving Ashford than I have been. The morning was *so* much brighter (even if it was foggy). And the roads were quieter too. Mind you I
would imagine the quieter roads would be a "Friday thing" rather than a "time" thing.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were
discussing why President Trump has cancelled his planned visit to the UK.
Clearly he doesn't see us as worth visiting. There are those in the UK who see
that as an insult. Clearly he doesn't care. Perhaps those who've taken offence
might consider that, and review how important they feel their opinion (and the UK) is in the eyes of Mr Trump.
The pundits on the radio also
interviewed Nigel Farrage who now feels that a second Brexit referendum might
be a good idea. He thinks it would be good to shut up the "remain" group once and for all. It
was suggested to him that a second referendum might be a good idea as all that
he promised has turned out to be a bunch of lies. For all that Mr Farage
blustered, he never actually tried to defend the lies he made on the run-up to
Brexit.
I can't see the appeal of the man; he is
truly a nasty person.
I got to work where I had a rather good
day. I was told that I looked too young to have children that have left home;
and certainly looked too young to be a grandfather. I was pleased about that.
And I discovered a case of hereditary
elliptocytosis; one of the few things that I can discover professionally
without someone being rather ill.
With work done I came home. Fish and
chips went down well, and then we watched yesterday’s episode of “The Orville”. It could have been a
rather good story had Star Trek not already done it first and had the writers
not tried to rip the piss from it…
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