I slept well, but was
still wide awake an hour before the alarm was due to go off. As I scoffed my
toast I watched more “Trailer Park Boys”
then had a look-see at the Internet. It was much as it always is… some people
were posting political stuff that they didn’t understand, others were
attention-seeking, others were posting pictures of cats… it’s the small things
that make social media “social”; I
love it.
As
I drove to work I couldn't help but wonder why the road was so quiet this
morning. Where had all the traffic gone?
As
I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about President Trump's meeting with
the North Korean leader Kin Jong Un. For all that the world seems to be
impressed at what is being billed as a historic meeting, the details of the
outcome of this meeting are vague in the extreme.
There
was also talk of the upcoming World (football)
Cup. This time
video-referee technology is to be used for the first time at such an
important event.
There's
quite a bit of controversy about the thing. Interestingly it was mentioned on
the radio that the Italians have been using this for a year or so and in this
time the incidents of fouls, yellow and red cards in Italian football matches
has dropped dramatically. It seems that since the players are being watched
more closely, they are playing more nicely.
I
got to Pembury and found where all the traffic had gone. Deserted roads in
Ashford; heaving in Pembury.
I
stopped off at Tesco for some supplies. In the past I've been unable to get
into the Tesco at Pembury as schoolkids had blocked the entrance with their
discarded bicycles. Today it was clear that someone had spoken with the
schoolkids as the entrance was clear, and the children were all sitting on
their bikes some twenty yards away, glowering at the customers going in and out
of the supermarket.
I
got some of what I wanted. But only some. I was running short on deodorant, but
a tin of armpit-squirt which costs two quid in Tesco is eighty-nine pence in
Aldi. I shall eke out what little I've got left and pong a little...
I
got to work, and did my bit as I do. Over lunchtime I posted to Facebook and
wished I hadn’t.
I
really would like an old trolley for carrying my fishing gear from the car to
the lakes when fishing so I wrote an advert and posted it to two "fishing stuff for sale" Facebook
pages. One immediately rejected it as contravening Facebook standards because I
was selling banned items such as "animals,
guns and illegal items" (!).
The other ran the advert, and within minutes I had some chap from Deal trying
to flog me a second-hand trolley for fifty quid. Fifty quid! - I can get a
brand-new sack barrow for half the price from B&Q.
I
told him as much and he got the hump.
What
is it with fishing gear? Mind you it's not just fishing gear - it is pretty
much everything. You stick a designer label onto whatever you are trying to
flog, and the punters queue up to pay over the odds. This trolley I'd been
offered was of the "Preston"
brand and apparently is well worth fifty quid, even if you *can* get something
that does exactly the same job for less than half the price.
Being
Tuesday the clans gathered. Today we were at Chippy’s new home. He certainly
seems to like living upstairs… This evening was good – it made up for the rest
of the day being on the dull side…
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