I had a better night last night,
possibly because I went to bed an hour earlier than usual and got some sleep
before the hounds descended on my pit. Mind you the dogs didn’t have *that*
many issues overnight; I can vaguely remember a shouting match with new-next-door’s
dogs in the small hours, but it was all rather vague.
Over brekkie I watched the most
recent episode of “The Good Place” (which isn’t really going anywhere
at the moment) then sparked up my lap-top to see what I’d missed on the
Internet overnight. Marvel comics supremo Stan Lee had died.
Whilst there had been a massive outpouring of grief on Facebook overnight, the
chap was ninety-five years old. There was also a petty squabble kicking off on
one of the American geocaching groups; some chap regularly goes trolling there
and *always* manages to stir up a fight.
I got dressed
putting on my new pants and socks, neither of which were very substantial. The
socks were on the thin side and the pants did a frankly pathetic job of keeping
my “junk” in place; I can't see any of them lasting very long. I then
set off to work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about a
squabble between Italy and the E.U. Some Italian minister or other was being
interviewed. He made me chuckle when he said the dispute would be resolved
quicker if there were a few less tweets from either side.
And I heard
that the TV fishing celebrity John
Wilson had died. I believe my brother once told him to get knotted.
Today's
"Thought for the Day" was from some professor hailing form
Canterbury who was banging on about how gospel music has "sold out"
in that it is no longer exclusively sung in churches but is features in some
adverts. My attention was wandering as I found myself thinking "who
cares", and I couldn't help but wonder how many thousands of listeners
turn off at that point.
I stopped off
at the petrol station this morning, It is a penny cheaper per litre than it was
last week. As I paid the chap in the till asked if I had a nectar card. i said
no. I always say no. I have done every week for the last year or so. But today
this chap asked if I'd like one, and he gave me one. Result!
Work was work; getting home was fun!
I have no idea what the hold-up was, but it took half an hour to get out of the
works car park, and a further three quarters of an hour to get to the motorway.
I came home to an empty house; "er indoors TM" had taken the
hounds round the park.
I took a few minutes to register
the Nectar card that the nice man in the garage had given me this morning. I’m
not quite sure what I did, but I didn’t register it; I set up a new one. Woops.
I *think* I’ve now connected it to my eBay account (not that I buy
much with it these days).
I wonder if I will remember to
use the thing.
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