I had something of an early
night last night but didn’t sleep overly well. I woke feeling full of energy
and raring to go only to find it was only half past one. I then lay awake for
much of the night as Fudge grumbled every time any else so much as breathed.
I dozed off just before the
alarm went off, and didn’t have time to watch an episode of “Prison Break”.
I thought I might see what ws on the telly. The Sky-Plus box’s menu looked
interesting at half past five, but have you ever watched the telly at half past
five? The menus all say that there is this show and that show on. In reality
there is just a test card saying that programs start at six o’clock. I wish
they wouldn’t do that.
So I looked at the Internet over
brekkie. Facebook was relatively dull
for once. Apart from the attention-seekers flaunting their maladies there were
a few people posting about today being the fifty-fifth anniversary of the first
broadcasting of “Doctor Who”. An anniversary I might well have missed.
I had an email from the fishing tackle shop. They
have jumped on the “Black Friday” bandwagon. Here’s a link to
what they are touting. I’ve grumbled before about the price of
fishing tackle. Yesterday "My Boy TM" was being less than
complementary about my knackered old fishing gear. The entire fishing community
seems to have fallen for the marketing ploy that if two things are utterly
identical in every way but price, then the more expensive one is clearly
superior in every way.
Having said that, "er
indoors TM"
found a black screw on the kitchen floor last night. I wonder if it fell off
the fishing trolley I bought that was one hundred quid cheaper than the one
from which screws *don’t* fall off?
As I drove to work the pundits
on the radio were discussing Black Friday deals. Apparently they are all one
big con; "Which" magazine claimed that nine out of every deal
billed as a "Black Friday Special” was no different to the deal
offered all year round.
There was also discussion about
Dame Floella Benjamin who was on the kids TV show "Play School"
years ago. When did she become a "dame"? She’s also now a
Liberal Democrat politician. It’s amazing what happens when you aren’t paying
attention.
I went to work via Sainsburys
where I would have used my Nectar card *if* I'd actually received the
thing. Instead I just quoted my Nectar number, and after several attempts the
nice lady on the till managed to type it in properly. I've now got
seventy-three pence worth of Nectar points. Seventy-three pence isn't much in
the great scheme of things, but it is seventy-three pence for nothing for me.
As I then drove up the motorway
my piss boiled. The country's ex-chief racist Nigel Farage was being
interviewed on the radio. His successor as leader of UKIP has taken on British
National Party and English Defence League front runner Tommy Robinson
as some sort of advisor. All I know about the bloke is what I hear and read in
the news; from what I can work out he has historically been even too racist for
the racists; UKIP must be in a bad way if even Nigel Farage isn't overly keen
on this turn of events.
I eventually got to work through
some serious traffic, and did my bit whilst not feeling on top form. I seem to
have caught a cold. A shame really; I could have done with being a tad more
sprightly today. But an early start made for an early finish, and with the dogs
walked I had a look at my in-box. Being up before the emails came in this
morning I’d had several messages during the day.
Hartley Lands Fishery had shared the album of photos
I took yesterday; I had a message asking for my advice on matters piscatorial
from someone who’d seen it. They think I must be brilliant at fishing. I haven’t
told "My
Boy TM" about this yet; I can’t see him being impressed.
I had another email from Kent County Council about
the local street lighting. They assured me that the local street lights are “at the appropriate level”. What a load
of rubbish.… if the lights are at the right level then the level itself has
been set wrong. How can they be “appropriate”
when it is too dark to be able to see the dog on the end of the lead you are
holding? I’d walked the dogs round the side roads this evening. There are
islands of light round the lamp posts, but seas of darkness between them. With
the shadows of parked cars it really is too dark to see anything.
I then filled out a reference
for a friend. I won’t say who, or for what job, and I filled out a
questionnaire about fishing for the Environment Agency.
My job lot of Lego that I
ordered last week has arrived. It looks rather good. The lights in it alone are
worth what I paid for it all (*if* they work). There is a motor and
battery pack which look good (*if* they work). I’m not sure about the
rest. I need to find somewhere to spread it all out to have a look. Somewhere
where Treacle can’t eat any of it…
I might do that tomorrow… I feel
grotty.
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