For once the
dogs were still and I slept well. I woke feeling full of energy ad raring to
go… some three hours before the alarm was due to go off. After two hours and a
half of laying waiting for the alarm I gave up and got up. I had a quick look
at my Lego advent calendar, then scoffed more deluxe super berry granola (with
full fat milk) whilst watching another episode of “F is for Family”.
With a little
time on my hands I wondered what had happened on the Internet overnight. There
was very little kicking off on Facebook, and with no emails not going straight
in the bin I got myself ready for the morning drive to work.
I had to
scrape ice from my car's windscreen this morning. Regular readers of this
drivel will know that this marks the official start of winter.
As I drove to
work the pundits on the radio were talking about how Parliament is to spend the
next five days discussing the Prime Minister's proposed Brexit agreement before
voting on it next Tuesday. Five days - what a waste of time. Bearing in mind
that it is a foregone conclusion that the thing is dead in the water and the
only uncertainty is exactly how many hundreds of votes it will be defeated by,
surely it would make sense to have the vote now and get on to the next stage of
the Prime Minister's ongoing humiliation. For all that she has a rather
impossible job, as Prime Ministers go this one is rather crap, isn't she? Which
is a shame.
Mind you I
was rather heartened by the interview that the pundits then had with Ofsted's
chief inspector of schools. Insisting that parents should take *some*
responsibility in the pastoral care of their children she was tacitly admitting
that teachers had some such responsibility as well. This was utterly denied by
the teachers of the fruits of my loins in years gone by; I'm glad that schools
now have admitted that they do have some input into the care and well-being of
their charges. After all they spend far more time with children every day than
anyone else does.
I got to work
and did my bit. usually I'm rather hungry during the day (which is why I am
of a more rotund physique). I wasn't today or yesterday. I'm attributing
that to the success of deluxe berry granola with full fat milk. Good stuff.
Mind you I
had a shock when I looked in the mirror. (Or more of a shock than usual).
When I saw my new shirt in the shop I thought it looked rather sexy. And by
implication so would I. But when wearing it I look just like Rufus Roughcut's
stunt double. I suppose that's not a bad thing. It is probably better than
looking like one of the Slag brothers. Not that anyone would remember the Slag
brothers. Or Rufus Roughcut, come to that.
The journey
home took longer than my usual journey home from Maidstone. But I had none of
the problems of the motorway, and being the festive season the villages of
Goudhurst, Sissinghurst, Biddenden, High Haden and Bethersden were all rather
pretty with the Christmas lights.
"er indoors TM" boiled up a
rather good bit of dinner which we scoffed with a bottle of plonk and chased
down with a decent helping of cheese. We try to do this at least once a week;
the dogs quite like it. As we scoffed we watched the final of “Lego Masters”.
They are asking for applications for the
next series…
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