I would have
slept better had I been allowed any of the duvet, but waking shivering every
half-hour wasn't conducive to a good night. I got up ten minutes before the
alarm was due to go off, and over a bowl of granola (no margarine for toast!)
I watched an episode of "Bottom" (Skullcrusher Henderson - nursey
jugfest) before setting off to work. For all that the cars weren't iced up
it was a very cold morning.
As I drove I
listened to the radio. They would seem to have dropped the "guest
editor" idea and gone back to stories which don't seem to have
someone's vested interests in mind. There was a rather worrying article
about how the Foreign Office has been getting involved in stopping forced
arranged marriages of British citizens who have been tricked into going abroad.
Whilst what they have done is very laudable, it is something of a scandal for
the Foreign Office to then send a bill to the poor people they've rescued.
To add insult
to injury the Foreign Office claim told the people on the radio that you can
pay the bill in instalments at a better rate of interest than that charged by
many store credit cards.
It was
announced that some lucky person had won over a hundred
million pounds on the Euro-lottery. Whilst I don't need over a
hundred million pounds, I certainly want it. I spent much of today pondering
what I would buy with a hundred million quid. A large house with a fishery
would be high on the list.
Meanwhile
China has announced plans to annex
Taiwan. That should be good for a fight...
The roads
were noticeably busier than they have been for a week or so, but I made good
time to Maidstone. With a few minutes spare I went to get petrol. Petrol is
four pence per litre cheaper in Maidstone than Ashford. And when you factor in
the Nectar points, I made a saving of about the price of half a pint of beer.
That's better than a poke up the bum. It was only a shame that my credit card
didn't work. The chip was playing up so I had to swipe it and sign the scrap of
paper. How ten-years-ago!
Work was work; but an early
start made for an early finish. I came home, walked the dogs round the road and
put the kettle on. I fancied a cup of coffee and some malt loaf… until I
remembered there was no margarine. Instead I had the last mince pie and looked
at geo-puzzles until "er indoors TM" came home. She
was a few minutes late having gone to get margarine. Apparently Treacle ate it
all last night.
Over a rather good bit of dinner we watched the Christmas
episode of “Bake Off”; I’ve missed
that show…
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