It wasn’t a bad night shift last night, but I am always
glad to see the relief arrive. As I drove home the pundits on the radio were
interviewing some Belgian chap who was giving the Belgian perspective of
Brexit. He took the line that the UK has had the best part of two years to come
up with a deal; the UK negotiating team had presumably known what was being
negotiated for all of that time, and they’ve left it rather late to announce
that the proposed deal sucks fish.
I think the fellow has probably got a point.
Yesterday I’d bagged up some rubbish; I stopped off at the
tip to get rid of it on my way home. As I was driving into the tip there was
some idiot in a small car driving up the wrong side of the road in an attempt
to overtake everyone and everything. Narrowly avoiding going head-on into a
dustbin lorry he then tried to overtake me on the entrance to the tip; no mean
feat when the entrance road is only one car wide. When we got to the tip this
car parked almost (but not quite)
blocking the exit. The driver (who looked
far too young to be driving) then tried to heave various items of furniture
to the bulky waste skip. I did chuckle; the big man when behind the wheel; not
strong enough to pick up a dining chair when not behind the wheel. Once I’d
unloaded my rubbish I squeezed my car past where he’d tried to block the way
out of the tip. I complimented him on his parking. I think the sarcasm went
right over his head.
I got home to find some rather excited dogs. I walked them
round the park. As we came past the fountain I felt rather sad, The snow dog
that was there yesterday has now gone. They have all been collected in for a
farewell event in a week or so. The fountain wasn’t the same without the snow
dog.
We got home before the forecast rain. Having borrowed new-next-door’s ladder (mine is in Margate) I spent a few
minutes dobbing waterproofing onto the bathroom roof. It has leaked a bit in
the heavy rain recently. As I dobbed I saw a rather large gap by the fascia
board. I shall need some filler for that.
I had a scrub and took myself off to bed. Before I’d
started on the roof I’d popped a hot water bottle in the bed (I get cold feet when I sleep during the day).
Pogo and Treacle were both curled up together on top on the duvet just where the
hot water bottle was. I moved them off; they moved back on.
Eventually I tricked them by moving the bottle and sleeping
diagonally across the bed until half past three when I was woken by a phone
call from 0161 711 0322. I wonder who that was?
I got up, watched an episode of “Prison Break”, then carried on tidying up the back bedroom. I say “tidying up”; “throwing away” is closer to the truth. I found a few coats and
hoodies that I’d not seen for years; all rather mildew-ed. I found a broken CD
rack. I found loads of old documents - do I *really* want the paperwork for a life assurance policy that I
cancelled in 1996? I loaded the rubbish into the back of my car for another tip
run in the morning, then geo-puzzled for a while.
"er indoors TM" is boiling up a
quiche, then I’m off to another night shift…
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