I went to bed rather
earlier than usual last night. I slept for three hours (or so) until new-next-door’s
dogs had a woofing fit. That set Treacle off. By the time they’d all eventually
shut up, Fudge woke, and he tried to join in.
I dozed fitfully after
that; finally getting back to sleep just before the alarm went off.
Over brekkie I watched
the third episode of “Trailer Park Boys:
Out Of The Park”. It’s not as good as the original.
I then did my morning
trawl round the Internet. It was much the same as ever. Those that weren’t
squabbling were attention-seeking. And with no emails worth the electricity it
took to send them I got ready for work in something of a sulk. Today is
Canterbury Beer Festival. In years gone by I organized outings to that on the
Friday afternoon (as it is free admission
on the Friday afternoon). What with other plans for last weekend taking
priority I’d rather forgotten that the beer festival was on today. Mind you,
that was probably for the best – what with the expense of last weekend and the
car’s recent episode I don’t really have a spare hundred quid to piss up a wall
right now.
I set off for work; as
I drove the pundits on the radio were talking to the parliamentary chief whip
of the liberal democrats. There
has been some scandal in which some conservative MP broke his
pairing arrangement with a liberal democrat MP. “Pairing” is a frankly ridiculous way to run a country. The law says
that for a Member of Parliament to be able to vote they have to be physically
present in the House of Commons when the vote is taking place. Obviously no one
can be present for all votes, so what happens is that MPs chum up with someone
who thinks the direct opposite to what they do. If both voted their votes would
cancel out, so neither turns up, neither votes and everyone is happy. Except
when one of the pair is off doing whatever and the other shows up at the House
of Commons and votes.
Obviously the answer
would be not to try to run a twenty-first century world by using an
eighteenth-century way of government, but is there any room for common sense in
Parliament?
I got to work and had a
rather busy day. Far busier than I would have liked. As I left to come home I
popped into Marks and Spencer (one has
recently opened at work) and got myself some posh dinner as "er indoors TM" was off out on
her works Beano this evening.
I came home and took
the hounds round the park. Today our walk was utterly uneventful. Mind you it
was raining. Rain! We’ve had something of a heatwave recently – there are those
who love it; I’ve had enough of being far too hot now.
With walk done I fed
the hounds, then after a quick shower I scoffed my Marks and Spencer posh
dinner. It cost me ten quid and it was crap. I could have got twice as much
food in a really good kebab for half the price.
As I scoffed I watched the
first episode of “Final Space”.
It was billed as a Netflix original comedy – I’m glad the write-up said it was
a comedy as I wouldn’t have known otherwise. But not wanting to utterly dismiss
it out of hand I watched more as I ironed my shirts. I wish I hadn’t.
I then watched some of
the Epic Tales
of Captain Underpants. That was better, But not much…
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