After the night shift I listened
to the radio as I drove home. The Chancellor of the Exchequer was being
interviewed on the radio about the budget statement he
announced yesterday. I say “interviewed”; they were giving him
serious stick. It strikes me he’s taken limited resources and spent some money
here and saved some money there. No matter what he does there isn’t enough to
go round so he does what he thinks is for the best. Mind you he didn’t deny
that everything he’s doing will go to pot next year (one way or another)
depending on what happens with Brexit.
I got home and walked the dogs
round the park. The light rain seemed to be enough to keep everyone else
indoors; we got round the park without meeting hardly anyone at all. As we
walked I kept a close eye on Fudge; yesterday he vanished three times. Today he
didn’t.
With walk done I went to bed.
You’d think that having done a night shift I’d sleep like a log; generally I
don’t. I got five hours asleep. Finding myself wide awake far earlier than I
had hoped I was faced with a choice. Lay in bed or get up. I got up and watched
“Prison Break”; not too shabby so far.
It was rather late in the day
today before I got round to looking at the Internet. For once there was pretty
much nothing kicking off on Facebook really. I felt that was something of a
disappointment.
My credit card bill arrived in
my in-box. I thought about complaining to the bank again, but what would be the
point? When I first took the thing out the bill came on the seventeenth of every
month. Being regular meant I could organise my finances easier. For the last
couple of years statements have been random, and the bank have got the cheek to
say it has always been random.
I checked it; it was correct to
the penny. Sometimes it isn’t.
One of my blog posts received a
comment yesterday. The comment was a shameless plug from a funeral company
operating out of Florida who were trying to use this drivel as a way to
advertise their business. I would have thought that posting to a Kent-based
diary about Florida-based funerals wouldn’t be *that* productive, but
who knows?
In any event I marked the
comment as spam.
The day between the night shifts
is usually dull. Today was no exception.
It’s the Bake-Off final tonight
whilst I’m at work. I hope no one tells me who won.
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