For once
everyone settled down and a good night was had by all. I could do with more of
that.
I watched
"The Young Offenders" as I scoffed my brekkie. The Young
Offenders were talking about how being an orphan is no impediment to success,
and quoted Harry Potter, Batman, Superman and God as examples of orphans who
had done well in their respective fields. They felt that God had particularly
done well despite not having had any parental support. I suppose God probably
has. He's done a sight better than me, but I suppose being a divine deity is
probably an advantage in any field of endeavour.
I got dressed.
and set off into a dark morning.
It didn't
take long to scrape the snow off of my car; it took longer for the dustbin
lorry to get out of my way. As I drove to work my car's thermometer told me
that this morning was ten degrees warmer than yesterday, but that didn't seem
to have registered with most people. The roads were noticeably less busy today
than they had been for the last few days even though the overnight snow had
given way to rain.
As I drove
the pundits on the radio were talking about the failings in the NHS's cervical
cancer screening programme. I took a deep breath. It is a matter of public
record that various governments of all political flavours have spent the last
twenty years closing down the bits of the NHS that do this screening, so is it
really any surprise that the bits which are left are struggling to cope?
For some
reason the morning's radio show was coming live from Dublin where they were
interviewing locals about Brexit. The general consensus was that the average
Irishman was sick of hearing about it. A view with which I rather agree.
Having left
home at exactly the same time as I did yesterday morning, I was rather early
getting to work this morning. Usually I get to the roundabout at Lamberhurst
just as the eight o'clock news starts. Today I was parking my car at eight
o'clock. Usually there is six miles of stop-start-stop-start up the A21; this
morning I drove the entire way without stopping once. Fear of snow had
certainly kept a lot of people off the roads.
Having some
time spare I thought I might visit the works canteen; you can't beat a cooked
breakfast.
Work had a
minor excitement today. As we worked, we had a V.I.P visitor. This one seemed
pleasant enough, and asked everyone to pose for a photo for him. How times change.
Six years ago when I worked "somewhere else" I was told that
taking a photo in the workplace was grounds for disciplinary action. Not that
I'm bitter at all... Mind you, I would
have thought that someone on a six-figure salary might wear a suit rather than
a jumper the armpit of which had been ripped out.
With work
done I walked out to my car. The forecast rain was falling as snow. Rather
heavy snow. It had settled, and getting my car up the hill at Goudhurst was
tricky. I was wondering if I might have to abandon the car and camp out in one
of the pubs there tonight. I eventually got up the hill, and at Cranbrook the
snow gave way to rain. The rain stopped at High Halden, and Ashford looked as
though the snow was but a bad dream.
I fed the
dogs. Pogo was not hungry. Well… I say “not hungry” – he was being
fussy. The other two ate theirs, I had to feed each morsel to Pogo by hand. He
scoffed up his bowl of biscuits happily enough.
"er indoors TM" boiled up fish and
chips, and we scoffed whilst watching yesterday’s episode of “The Orville”. For a series which started
rather badly, this show is now going from strength to strength…
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