Apart from a minor disturbance
in the small hours when the dogs were running up and down the stairs I manged
to get a decent night’s sleep. I wish I could get that more often.
Over brekkie I watched this
week’s episode of the new series of “Alan Partridge”; whilst I do like
the character, in many ways it is very much “more of the same”. The most
recent series of “Red Dwarf” were like that; entertaining, but just
re-hashes of what has gone before.
I watched the first video in my
Coursera botany course, then had a look at Facebook as I do most mornings.
There was quite a bit of comment about the mess the dogs had made of the
dustbin, I was told that you can get dog-proof bins. That might be an
investment.
I checked my emails. LinkedIn
were spouting management drivel. If I wasn’t so close to retirement I wonder if
I might see if Coursera do courses in management-speak so I could understand
what was being said. LinkedIn is a foreign language to me.
Amazon was trying to sell me
that which I’d already bought, and with no other emails of note I got dressed
and set off to work.
As I drove to
work the pundits on the radio were interviewing the American Ambassador to
London. They challenged him about some disparaging remarks he'd made about
Brexit, but (to be fair to the bloke) the remarks he'd made were fair.
Brexit *is* a total balls-up. The chap spoke eloquently for five
minutes, which is more than most of the people they interview most mornings.
They also
interviewed one of the leading lights of the Chinese tech giant Huawei.
Apparently no western government wants anything to do with Huawei as they are
seen as a security risk. This chap disproved every allegation that was made
about his company, and made the accusation that by bad-mouthing Huawei, Nokia
and Sony_Erikson stand to profit.
He's probably
got a point. Thinking about it, this is probably obvious. Have you noticed the
bad press that McDonalds often get when none of the other burger chains ever
get any stick?
I stopped off
at Aldi to get supplies. Jam, marmalade and armpit-squirt. I totally forgot to
get sugar, granola and bum-wipe. Oh well.
I got to work
to find a colleague swearing. She'd arrived at work at the same time as me only
to find she was on the late shift today. And consequently at work four and a
half hours too early. Whoops.
She wasn't
much happier later when she told us that she'd spent the morning trying to
referee a squabble amongst the local school's mother's Whatsapp group about an
alleged outbreak of nits at the school. I remember those days when there were
rumours of nits at schools. To be fair to the fruits of my loin, I don't
remember them having nits, but I have a vague memory of threatening one or
other of them with insecticidal dog shampoo.
The boss also
told us that we should think about what might affect our journeys to work after
Brexit. My plans are to drive up the motorway every day like I do already, but
it was suggested that the motorway might be blocked with queues of lorries
formed from aggro at the docks. I've given the matter some sage concentration
and got dispensation to be flexible with my hours if I need to get the train,
and in a spirit of helpfulness I've suggested that I might look at designs for
a dog-sled as a fall-back position.
It has been suggested that I'm
possibly not taking this as seriously as I might...
The journey home was much easier
than yesterday’s. Once home I walked the dogs round the block, then did some
more of my Coursera course.
"er indoors TM" boiled up
sausages and chips which we devoured with a bottle of plonk whist watching an
episode of our latest discovery. “Derry
Girls” is rather good…
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