Fudge’s growling in his sleep woke me at
silly o’clock, and I lay awake until ten minutes before the alarm was due to go
off.
Over brekkie I watched the third episode
of “The Good Place”. I’m now on
episode three, and things are starting to happen. I considered watching the
fourth episode, but that will keep. Instead I thought I might check the
Internet just in case anything revolutionary had happened overnight.
It hadn’t really.
A colleague had sent me some frankly
pornographic pictures and videos on WhatsApp. He does that; it’s what men do (apparently) and I just go along with it.
I think I’ve managed to turn off the notifications on that thing now.
Not much had happened on Facebook. The person
who wound me up yesterday about being unable to load a Wherigo was still unable
to do so. Why not? It’s a one-click operation (!) And there was one schoolboy complaining that someone was
destroying geocaches in his area. I’ve seen this sort of thing before; I could
be wrong but I suspect he’s had a squabble with someone at school and they are
exerting payback.
I had a few emails though. The
Nationwide building society had emailed me suggesting I went paperless for
their AGM. I wonder why they bothered. And I had a notification about a
supervisor job I might apply for. Do I want that sort of role again? There’s no
denying I could do *far* more at work
than I currently do, and more money would be good. But do I want the aggro?
As I walked out of the door into a
rather noisy morning I reflected on how nice-next-door can't do so much as
touch their garden gate without the sound setting my dogs into a frenzy of
barking, but the dustbin lorry can trundle up the road (with the dustmen clattering and shouting) and the dogs don't bat an
eyelid.
It was rather frosty as I set off; the
car's dashboard thermometer read minus four degrees. I scraped the ice from the
car, drove off, and had to pull up within a hundred yards as the windscreen had
frosted over again.
As I drove to work the pundits on the
radio were talking about the French
premier's visit to the UK. Our Prime Minister has agreed to spend more on
the refugee camps on the French coast, has agreed to take more refugees, and
seems to have agreed to do whatever Monsieur Macron tells her.
This doesn't bode well for the Brexit
negotiations.
The Foreign Secretary Boris Johnson has
suggested the building of a bridge across the English
Channel linking England and France. I can't see why this has come as a
surprise; I can remember when the Channel Tunnel was first opened. The
commentators at the time said that a second crossing would be needed by 2020.
I got to work rather quickly today; the
roads were very quiet. Work was good; we had home-made cakes at tea time. I'm a
great fan of cake.
I came home, and with "er
indoors TM" off out I ironed shirts whilst watching a film on Netflix. “Nerve” was rather good. I’m sure I’ve
seen a trailer for it somewhere. I wonder where…
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