Finding
myself wide awake I got up rather than laying wide awake trying to sleep. For
brekkie I had the last of the deluxe berry granola stuff. It was rather good,
but (in all honesty) I rather expected to get more than four servings
from the one packet of the stuff.
As I scoffed
it I watched more “F is for Family”, then sparked up the Internet to see
what had happened overnight. As it happened, for once not much had happened.
Amazon had sent me several recommendations for books with recipes of various
soups. They claimed this was based on items I’d previously purchased or
reviewed from them. I don’t think so.
I opened my
Advent Calendar, got dressed and set off.
As I walked
to my car I watched a bus drive up the road. Usually the buses round our way
have two or three passengers. This one was full. Standing room only; and this
was at half past six in the morning. So many people up and about on buses so
early. What was that all about?
Seeing how
this is my last "routine" shift at Pembury before Christmas I
thought I'd take in a tub or two of sweeties for everyone to share. I went to
Asda; I suppose somewhere in the world there is a supermarket with a more
morose workforce. Oh they were all *so* miserable.
With sweeties
bought I drove to the car park by the sports centre. I had a parcel to collect
from the sorting office and this was the closest car park. Seeing the traffic
wardens lurking (they thought they were hiding) I paid for a parking
ticket. I had been tempted not to; it was quarter to seven in a nearly empty
car park and I would be there for only a very short while. But with the yellow
peril lurking (actually they are green these days) I paid my one pound
fifty pence (minimum fee) for ten minutes parking and I got my parcel.
I've been waiting for that for two weeks; I shall mark the seller down on their
eBay feedback. Two weeks is a tad long to have to wait when the stated expected
delivery was last Friday
I drove off
to work. Leaving Ashford ten minutes earlier made for much quieter roads. It is
amazing how a few minutes makes all the difference in the morning. And with no
road closures (for me) I had a good run in to work.
As I drove
the pundits on the radio were interviewing the Prime Minister. I thought she
might have taken the opportunity to be interesting, informative, and to sell
her Brexit strategy to the nation. Instead she droned like a stuck record, told
us that Parliament had three choices, and repeated that statement ad-nauseum
for fifteen minutes. I didn’t bother listening for the full duration of the
interview.
The pundits
on the radio interview all sorts of people. It speaks volumes that the Prime
Minister is one of the least interesting people they have on. Such a shame.
I got in to
work. As the day went on so other people drifted in. There had been road
closures to the north today which hadn't affected me but had affected seemingly
everyone else.
As I worked I
saw some stomatocytes. You don't see those every day. I shall write up the
episode and tell one of the work-related Facebook groups about it. That should
be good for an argument or two.
I came home via the KFC. With "er
indoors TM"
off at a funeral (and its aftermath)
today I was left to forage for my dinner. In such situations I usually forage
in the general direction of the KFC. I got a couple of extra crispy strips to
share with the dogs as well.
We all scoffed whilst watching the last episode of the second
season of “Prison Break”. A rather
good show.
I should really open the parcel I picked up half a day ago…
But I am taking a moral stance. My granddaughter has been given biology
homework about the mechanics of the goolies. She is *far* too young to be dealing with that sort of thing…
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