I slept like a log last
night. I did wake to hoik Treacle out of the bed in the small hours but if she
had been still I wouldn’t have noticed her. (Note that’s “wouldn’t have” and not “wouldn’t of” – that annoys me!).
I would have had a
rather good lie-in had Treacle not had a woofing fit at eight o’clock. That
puppy barks at anything, and when there is nothing to bark at, she barks at
that as well. When she barks, Fudge joins in, and when he joins in Treacle then
thinks there is something to bark about, and the two of them wind each other up
more and more. I got up if only to physically close my dog’s mouths.
I got up, my stomach
was still tender. Over brekkie I peered into the Internet. Nothing much had
happened on Facebook. Facebook is odd. I know that people are tuning in to it;
when I post something it gets “likes”;
but so often from people who do nothing but click “like” or just re-post stuff that is supposed to be witty or funny
but isn’t. I wish people would post more original stuff. The whole point of
Facebook is that I can be nosey.
I had a look at my
emails. I had notifications of two jobs for which I would never dream of
applying. Two more of the world’s top one per cent of geocachers had been announced.
One deserving, one probably not. Amazon were trying to sell me that which I’d
already bought from them, and I had an email from the power company. Now that (according to the forecasts) the worst of
the weather has been and gone, they’ve sent out details of what to do in an
emergency (!)
I put the leads on the
dogs (no coats this morning) and we
went round the park. I had hoped the Park Run people had cancelled today, and
they had. We had a good walk, not slipping in the ice *too* much. Now that (hopefully)
the worst of the snow had passed we now have the bit where there is ice and
slush everywhere for a week or so.
The walk passed off
relatively well, but Fudge did his usual trick of walking off with another
group of dog-walkers just as we were about to leave the park. He *always* does that.
We got home just as "er indoors TM" was going out. I had a little time to spare. I would have
watched “The Crown” on Netflix but I
watched the last episode of that last night. It was a rather good series.
Rather than starting something new I had a go at a few geo-puzzles. I solved
some; I failed with others.
I
settled the dogs and set off to work. As I drove to work the pundits on the
radio were interviewing the politician Jacob Reese-Mogg. Billed as being a
potential Prime Minister he came over as something of a fatuous windbag in
taking great pride in knowing just how much import duty there was on a pair of
Nike Air-Max, whilst at the same time taking great pride in not knowing what a
pair of Nike Air-Max actually was.
Windbag
and friends were being interviewed on the tired old subject of Brexit. We all
know that the country voted for it without knowing what it would actually
entail. Not one person in a thousand knows what a customs union actually is...
Can't we just accept we've made a monumental balls-up in having no idea what we
were actually voting for and just get on with dealing with the consequences of that
decision rather than just re-hashing the tired old arguments?
As
I drove to work I was tailgated from Great Chart to Biddenden by a van of the
UK Mail company. He finally flew past me at breakneck speed (in a 30mph zone) and overtook the car in
front on a blind corner before flying off into the distance. As the Three
Chimneys pub came into view I could see cars swerving to avoid this van. I
thought about complaining to UK Mail, but I've complained about dangerous
drivers in the past to no avail. Perhaps he was in a hurry?
I
stopped off at Tesco to get some supplies; the place was heaving. So many
people, not one looking where they were going, everyone oblivious to everyone
else. Much like the driver of the UK Mail van, I expect.
Once
at work I went to the canteen where I had a rather good bit of dinner. And from
there I went on to have a rather busy afternoon. Busy but... I wouldn't say
"enjoyable" but for the
last year or so I've felt far more trusted to do my job than I had been for the
previous five years. I knew that when I went home the person taking over from
me wouldn't be double-checking everything I'd done looking to find fault.
I
came home, a quick bit of scoff, and now it’s bed time. I’ve got to be at work
before eight o’clock tomorrow morning…
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