After a
reasonable night’s kip I opened my advent calendar, then watched last week’s
episode of “South Park”. It was quite entertaining, but again I had the
sneaking suspicion that I’d understand it a *lot* more if I was
American.
Not much had
kicked off on Facebook this morning (for once) so I took the opportunity
to post a couple of birthday messages. I also looked at my Nectar account. The
nice people at Nectar must have read my whinging from the other day as they’ve
given me the bonus points that they promised. It is now one month since I got
my Nectar account; in that time I have accrued points worth seven pounds and
twenty-four pence. That might not seem much, but it is the price of a half-way
decent bottle of plonk, and it is something for nothing.
With no
emails of note I got dressed and set off, wondering where I’d left my car last
night.
With the ice
scraped off of my car I set off to work. As I drove, the pundits on the radio
were interviewing Ian Duncan-Smith; a former leader of the Conservative party
who had himself been ousted by a vote of no confidence. Just like the one the
Prime Minster won last night. He was banging on about although he'd voted to
give her the heave-ho, he never intended for her to get the push. He just felt
she needed a short sharp shock. But it was clear from the others being
interviewed that yesterday's snap vote of confidence in the Prime Minister was
just a temporary diversion. The fact remains that her Brexit withdrawal bill is
still dead in the water.
The Prime
Minister is off to Brussels today to flog a dead horse, and the vote on her
dead horse is now delayed until January. The whole Brexit thing is getting
rather tedious now.
I did my bit
at work. As I came out I looked into the sky wondering if I could see this
comet that is supposedly
up there somewhere in the general vicinity of the Pleiades.
I couldn't
see it. You never can see these supposedly wonderful astronomical thingies.
That's one of the reasons I packed up with the astro club. (That and the rather
nasty and bitter personal attacks and being utterly blanked…)
With "er
indoors TM"
off at craft club this evening I shared my dinner with my dogs, then reminded
myself of how Wherigos work.
Some days in
my life are rather special. Days like today make me appreciate those days…
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