I slept like
a log; waking ten minutes before the alarm to find I was cuddling Fudge as
though he was a teddy bear. Sometimes that dog can be incredibly soppy.
I scoffed a
bowl of granola for brekkie whilst watching an episode of “F is for Family”
then opened my Lego Advent Calendar. A train… that will give me something to
think about today. I peered into the murk of cyberspace. It was much as I’d
left it last night. But I had an email from Nectar saying that if I bought
something in Sainsburys in the next two days they would give me five hundred
Nectar points.
As I walked
out of the house I saw the cars outside were covered in ice. My car (twenty
yards down the road) wasn't. What was that all about?
As I drove
the pundits on the radio were talking about how the Prime Minister has delayed Parliament’s
vote on her Brexit withdrawal plan. Bearing in mind that everyone considers the
thing to be down the toilet (with the turds), she has gone off to
Brussels to beg the EU top-dogs not to pull the flush on it just yet. Even
though the EU top dogs have told her to get bent. More than once.
The pundits
were interviewing all sorts of people who were saying the Prime Minister should
resign and were suggesting all sorts of people who might take over. No one
actually wanted to be in the hot-seat themselves though. Who would?
There was
also talk about how the Church of England has devised a religious service to
celebrate the transition of transexual people from one sex to another. What is
that all about? Presumably God stuffed up in the first place by putting them in
what they see as the wrong body? So why would anyone thank God when they
themselves have put right the mistake that they feel God made?
I don't understand
religion.
I went to
Sainsburys. I got some sugar and some sweeties for work (I'll dosh them out
later in the week). I thought I might redeem my five hundred Nectar points
that I'd had an email about. There was no five hundred Nectar points. Just like
there was no hundreds of Nectar points when I connected my eBay account with my
Nectar account.
The people at
Nectar have promised me a lot of things... they haven't delivered on all of
them. Yet.
I did my bit
at work, and came home. I got to Ashford in the usual time; it then took me
longer to get half a mile from junction nine to the Drover’s roundabout than it
had taken to drive twenty-five miles from work.
This evening
was rather good; we’d arranged a pre-Christmas meal. A dozen of us turned up at
the French Connection. Burgers, beers, trifles, insults… not a bad way to spend
an evening. Really should do it more often…
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