Yesterday evening as I
drove in to work I had a little mooch around the village sign at Sissinghurst.
I had to get some information to solve a geo-puzzle there. The idea was that I would
go find that puzzle on the way home today. When I left work this morning it was
raining so hard that I decided to save rummaging in a hedge for another day.
As I drove home the
pundits on the radio were talking about a remarkable
initiative that the government is planning to introduce. The
price of many items will be slightly increased, but the packaging of those
items will have a refund value. So… you buy whatever, you use it or scoff it,
then you take the empty container back to the shop where you get money for
returning it. Just like I used to do with bottles of pop at the corner shop
fifty years ago.
Not a new idea, really.
When I came home this
morning my piss boiled. I pulled up just up the road from my house and started
reversing into a parking space. A white van (LY15 RNO) sped up the road, then reversed across the traffic into
the space into which I was already reversing. I had the choice to have this van
deliberately crash in to me, or to get out of its way.
I moved.
I had planned to meet up with "Daddy’s Little
Angel TM" and "Stormageddon - Bringer of
Destruction TM" for a walk this morning, but the rain was
against us. Instead I took my dogs for a quick walk
round the block; we didn’t go far as the rain was getting worse.
I
then took myself off to bed for the day. Or that was my plan. The phone
wouldn’t stop ringing. Eventually I gave up and answered it. Someone calling
from 0161 768 5221 was calling me from “the
PPI money refund advice service”. I tried to explain I was asleep having
been on night shift, but they wouldn’t shut up. In the end I asked them what
part of “F… off” didn’t they
understand; was it the “F…” or the “off”. Unfortunately either the sarcasm
went over their head, or their spoken English was too poor for them to
understand.
I
looked this number up on “Who
Called Me (dot co dot uk)”; it looks like they are a bunch of scammers.
I dozed off again, but
I gave up trying to sleep when Fudge had his seemingly ten thousandth woofing
fit.
I scoffed some toast,
then watched the last two episodes of the first season of “Star Trek: Discovery”. I shall watch the second season purely
because it has “Star Trek” in the
name. It is pretty obvious that the special effects people have watched some
episodes of Star Trek before. I just hope that the writers of this second
season actually go do so. It is pretty obvious that they haven’t.
As I watched telly I
did some ironing. A dull task, but it keeps me out of mischief.
I then had a look at my
monthly accounts. Could be better, could be a whole lot worse. Realistically
the trouble with money is that no matter how much I have, I want more. I might
not *need* more, but I certainly want
more.
Seeing how the rain had
finally stopped I took the dogs round the park. As we walked up the road so
Fudge tried to pick a fight with a moped. I wish he wouldn’t do that.
For once the dogs were
reasonably well-behaved (mopeds excepted),
but our walk was marred by some total idiots we encountered. One woman walking
down Beaver Road jumped into someone’s front garden and started screaming. She
claimed she was frightened of dogs. My dogs were frightened of her. And then we
met another plank who blanked me and tried to fuss Treacle, then had a go at my
poor dog-keeping skills because Treacle was scared of her. Perhaps the lack of
sleep had clouded my usually sunny demeanor; I suggested she left my dog alone
because if the dog didn’t bite her, I would.
I then drove across
town to collect "er
indoors TM".
Her car had been serviced (I should be so
lucky) and she needed a lift to the garage.
With cars collected we
had a rather good bit of dinner whilst watching the charity edition of “Bake Off”. We also had the Tattoo Fixers
special on, but I slept through that.
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