There were a few squabbles in
the night but being ale to retain some of the duvet meant that I had a better
night than some I’ve had recently. Over brekkie I watched an episode of “The
Young Offenders” in which our heroes stole a tuna. As the criminal element
does (apparently).
I hen had a look at the
Internet. There was an argument kicking off on one of the vintage Lego groups
that I follow (someone was accusing someone else of selling something?).
Is there nothing that doesn’t eventually descend into petty bickering?
As I let home
I was rather glad to see that the forecast feet of snow hadn't fallen
overnight. I scraped the ice from the car's windows and set off toward
Tunbridge Wells. As I drove the pundits
on the radio were talking about Brexit (as if they talk about much else
these days). Preparations aren't going well at all; in fact those whose job
it is to implement is seem to be living in cloud-cuckoo land.
With the
Prime Minister having spent two years coming up with a deal for leaving the
European Union that no one wants, Parliament has told her to go back to the EU
and re-negotiate. Amazingly the fact that the EU have said they aren't re-negotiating
(under any circumstances) doesn't seem to bother anyone. The Labour
party are talking a good fight, suggesting everything whilst committing to
nothing. Everyone knows what everyone doesn't want; no one knows what anyone wants.
It amazes me
that Brexit is going ahead. I really would have thought that it was time for
humanity to pull together and be thinking about a world government rather than
splintering into petty nation-states.
Mind you the United Nations has declared that this year is the year of indigenous languages ... What utter
rubbish. Surely it would make far more sense to have everyone speaking the same
language rather than delighting in being unable to understand each other?
When I got as
far as Cranbrook I found (as always) there seemed to be some sort of
natural barrier there, with snow to the west of the A229 and no snow to the
east. There was talk on the weather
forecasts on the radio about how large swathes of the country had come to a
standstill because of the snow.
In some parts
of the world life goes on despite six feet of snow. Presumably this is where
they have foreign snow, rubbish, pathetic, weedy, ineffectual snow. One inch of
solid dependable British snow is all it needs to bring the UK to a halt.
I got to work, and heard that
the chap on the late shift had already phoned in sick. I kept my head down and
hid from those who were looking for volunteers to stay late. Presumably someone
else was co-opted as I walked out on the stroke of home time, and no one said
anything.
As I got home my phone beeped. "er
indoors TM"
had a better offer for the evening, so once I’d fed the hounds I foraged for my
dinner up at the KFC, and spent a rather dull evening in front of the telly. “Prison Break”, “Little Britain”… all good stuff…
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