I had some of my plum
jam on my toast for brekkie this morning. I’d been looking forward to it;
there’s no denying it was something of a disappointment. Perhaps I should go
for something in the “not cheapskate”
range next time?
As I scoffed jam on
toast I watched the last episode of the fourth season of “Gotham”. It was rather good, but for all that the leading
protagonists get in to all sorts of scrapes, the trouble with a prequel show is
that you know that all the leading protagonists are going to survive whatever
the show throws at them.
I then had a look at
the Internet. Facebook was relatively calm for once for which I breathed a sigh
of relief. And I had an email from British Gas. Yesterday they’d offered to
service my boiler for me (!) and I’d
asked them why they’d made such an offer. I’m not a customer of theirs, and it
turns out they’ve mixed up my personal details with a chap with a similar (but *not* identical) name who lives on
the Isle of Wight. They emailed me his details when I asked for what details
they had for me. Whilst I realise that this is an honest mistake, in today’s
rather petty world of compensation and data protection and other such
office-mentality-rubbish I wonder if I might be able to claim compensation for having
my data mixed up with someone else’s.
As
I drove to work (not tailgated by anyone
for once) the housing secretary James Brokenshire was being interviewed on
the radio. I was quite impressed at how he spoke eloquently and at length
without actually addressing any of the specifics about which he was being
asked.
There
was also an interview with the ex-Brexit secretary who wasn't so much slagging
off the Prime Minister's "Chequers"
plan for Brexit as singing the praises of his own plan. Which is entirely the
problem the nation faces. A friend of mine has recently announced that he is having
a Brexit moratorium on his Facebook page, and anyone mentioning it will be
de-friended. Whilst I can sympathise I can't help watching the unfolding Brexit
debacle with a rather morbid sense of amazement and fascination. The most
important and far-reaching thing to happen to our nation since the second world
war is being bodged together (rather
badly) as it goes along. Future historians will be scathing; I'm keeping
abreast of what goes on, if only to answer the unbelieving questions of
great-grandchildren yet unborn.
Once at work I
downloaded a new book to my Kindle app. Over the weekend I’d got the e-book
that the TV show “Orange is the New Black”
had been based on. For all that Piper Kerman is a
leading light in prison reform, her book didn’t do it for me.
I’ve now downloaded something
sci-fi-ish to pass the time during tea breaks. It might be good, it
might not.
We shall see.
Work was work; I came
home and walked the hounds round the park. It was getting dark as we were
walking. I wonder what I did with their illuminous collars?
Yesterday was dull…
today wasn’t much of an improvement.
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