I didn’t sleep that well last night; I lay awake for much
of the night thinking about the professional emergencies with which I dealt
yesterday. I wish I didn’t do that quite so often; worrying about work-related
matters is a habit I’d like to get out of. Mind you I might have slept better
had the dogs not been sprawled across the bed in wanton luxury as they so often
do.
Over brekkie I watched the first episode of the third
season of “Plebs” in which our heroes
were sacrificed in the arena. I spent much of the day giggling at Landlord’s
line of “Shit the bed! – It’s a lion!”.
However I recognised the actress who played Marcus’s gaul-friend. She once
played the part of a lesbian robot in the show “Humans”.
I had a quick look-see at the Internet. There was little of
note on Facebook, but the power company had sent me an email. Thanks to my
wonderful new smart meter they’ve changed the amount I pay for leccie and gas
each month. But despite the meters saying that the amount of leccie and gas I
use each day is now costing far more than it used to be, they’ve decreased the
monthly direct debit payment by one quid each month.
What’s that all about?
I smeared some Preparation H onto my tattoo, and taking
care not to wake "er indoors TM" or the dogs I set
off work-wards once I’d scraped the ice from the car. It was cold this morning.
As I drove out of Ashford the pundits on the radio were
interviewing some idiot or other from the Religious Education Council of England
and Wales
who was banging on about how paying maths and science teachers more (because those subjects matter) means
there is a shortage of teachers for the school subjects which really don’t
matter. Like R.E. The twit being interviewed seemed to think that the ability
to spout platitudes and having imaginary friends was on a par with knowing how
to add and subtract.
There was then a *lot*
of talk about the latest school massacre in America. For the twenty-eighth time
this year there has been a massacre in an
American school. The obvious answer is for the American government to bring
in proper sensible gun laws. However all the talk coming across the Atlantic is
that the FBI were negligent, that the teachers should be armed…. Why do our
American cousins *need* weapons?
I’d taken a rather circuitous route to work… I picked up a geocache
on the way and took a detour to Tesco to get loads of doughnuts to take in to
work.
I had another busy day, but with the doughnuts at least I
was Mr Popular today.
I came home (as I do)
and once I’d walked the dogs, "er indoors TM" came
home with fish and chips. We scoffed them whilst watching an episode of “The Orville”. That show is finally
ditching its ridiculous aspects and becoming watchable. Mind you there has only
been a dozen or so Orville episodes so far. With over seven hundred episodes
already, pretty much every story that the Orville does has already been done by
Star Trek.
Tonight’s episode featured a guest appearance by Robert
Picardo, but the story was done far better by the Star Trek episode “Elementary, Dear Data” and the Red Dwarf
episode “Back to Reality”.
As we watched Fudge sat with me chomping on a bone. We
thought Treacle was also chomping on a bone. She wasn’t. She was chomping on a
twenty quid note.
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