Yesterday I was mobbed
by dogs as I did my abdominal workout routine (as prescribed by my abdo-app). This morning I had a go whilst both
dogs snored. I did some of the exercises, but not all. The full workout will be
something to which I can work up.
Having exercised I
scoffed my toast and watched last week’s episode of “Still Game”; possibly one of the best ones ever. I managed a quick
look at the Internet; last night there was consternation in the
Tupperware-hunting fraternity as geocaching dot com had died. This morning the
website seemed to be running again.
Whist I was on the Internet
I had a look at Facebook and saw that absolutely nothing had happened
overnight. And with no emails of note I set off to work in my new shirt and
trousers that I’d got from Matalan last week.
I
got to the Matalan roundabout and found myself glancing south (the Pembury way) as I turned north
towards Maidstone. There's no denying I had a much easier run to work today.
Straight up the motorway. No weaving through country lanes, no idiots
tailgating me for miles, no hold-ups at Goudhurst and Biddenden and
Sissinghurst.
As
I drove the pundits on the radio were discussing what a terrible weekend it had
been for the shops. For no reason that I could establish, the British economy
is dependent on people spending money hand-over-fist. Personally I prefer to
buy stuff when I need it, rather than going out purely to empty my wallet as
quickly as I can.
I
almost laughed out loud at "Thought
for the Day"; the vicar spouting platitudes was one whose life-partner
(!) wasn't a Christian. She subscribed
to some other religion/superstition. The vicar was trying to explain how the
fact that her crackpot ideas utterly contradicted his crackpot ideas in no way
invalidated either.
I
love religion - you *really* can
spout rubbish with a clear conscience.
I
stopped off at Lidl on the way to work. I've missed that place. You can go in
for a jar of coffee and come out with a lawnmower. I got my essentials and
carried on to work where I was greeted like the returning prodigal son.
I did my bit and came
home again. Just as I arrived home the phone rang. It was Bernie… I’d forgotten
today was a Tuesday – what with the bank Holiday it seemed like a Monday. But I
was running late so we decided to postpone the usual Tuesday nonsense.
I walked the dogs round
the block, and with "er
indoors TM"
out with her dad I resisted the temptation of a kebab, and scoffed a microwave curry
whilst watching a film. Netflix had been telling me about “Deadpool” for weeks. It was OK I suppose. I’ve sat through worse. I
suppose I must have liked it as I stayed awake through all of it…
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