I was up with the lark today - out of
bed at five o' clock. Half an hour earlier than usual. After my morning
ablutions I had brekkie whilst watching an episode of "Plebs" on Netflix. Grumio had got
the two-bob-bits after eating an apple he found in the toilet, and there was an
epic battle between religion and medicine to cure him. In the meantime Stylax got
chatted up by someone who wanted to be “firmly
behind him” (result!) Not bad for
less than a tenner each month, eh?
It was cold and wet and dark as I set
off to work. The cold, wet and dark (added
to the early hour) helped incredibly as I acted rather suspiciously near a
lamp post in High Halden for geo-reasons.
As I then drove on to work the pundits
on the radio were spewing rubbish. There is a fine line between reasoned
spiritualism and patent nonsense, and this line was crossed a few times this
morning which (to be honest) is
unusual for any non-Christian on the radio.
After half an hour's exhortations on the
benefits of gardening as a practical alternative to organised religions there
was an article about the interactions of a merino sheep farmer and a
surfboard-fashion designer in Devon which was actually far more interesting
than it sounds.
I stopped off in Pembury to get the
information I needed to solve a geo-puzzle. I thought better about solving the
puzzle there and then; I felt a "potty
emergency" on the way. I was glad to get to work; even gladder to get
to the little boys’ room.
With twenty minutes to spare I went to
the works canteen for a full English breakfast. Like last week's, it was rather
good. However despite being like last week's in every way it was nearly two
quid more. I can only imagine I didn't get the staff discount this time. But I
didn't a have my staff ID on me, so I didn't quibble *too* much.
Work was busy. Often when I work at the
weekends it rains. I don’t know what the weather was like today; I really
didn’t stop long enough to look out of the window. I hope this isn’t the way of
the future for me.
Mind you I came home through rain, hail
and a few flurries of snow.
Once home we made the bed with just a
little help from Treacle. Have you ever made a bed with a pug/spaniel cross
trying to help? It was rather entertaining. I had a little look at my accounts,
then "er indoors TM" boiled up a rather good bit of
dinner as she does. And with that scoffed "er indoors TM"
went bowling and I got the ironing board out. Shirts don’t iron themselves, you
know.
As I ironed I watched the first two
episodes in the new series of “Jamestown”.
I can remember the first series being rather good. This series… there’s no
denying that Jocelyn’s bosom heaved. But that was probably about the only
reason to watch the show.
I shall give it another chance when the
next episode comes out. The show might improve. And the bosom might heave
again… Hope springs eternal…
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