Despite the dogs being very
quiet last night and despite not having stuffed myself, I had a rather restless
night. I eventually gave up trying to sleep shortly after five o'clock and came
downstairs. As Fudge snored I scoffed a bowl of granola whilst watching
yesterday's episode of "Game of Thrones". It was... dull. The
Sky-Plus box told me it would play for an hour and a quarter. Fast-forwarding
through the adverts shaved twenty-five minutes off of it. But it was still
fifty minutes of not much. I can't help but feel that this is another of those
shows that started well, but was written with no end planned, and the writers
are just spinning it out as long as they can since the advertisers will pay a
fortune to be in the advert breaks.
I got dressed and popped out to
the pond. That fish that looked to be on death's door yesterday had perked up,
and was swimming round with the others. I'm glad I didn't pull the thing's plug
for him now.
I fussed Fudge, then set off to
work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were again talking about the bombings
in Sri Lanka. It is now felt that there was a religious motive in that it would
seem to have been predominantly Christians who were killed. Why on Earth would
someone kill someone else over their choice of invisible friend?
There was also talk about the
Prime Minister. Despite her having won a vote of confidence at Christmas time
and it being announced that she was secure in her position for at least a year,
there are now so many calls for her resignation that she may well be gone by
the end of the week. For all that she is probably the worst Prime Minister we
have ever had, I can't see anyone else making a good job of the hand they will
be dealt.
And there was also talk about
President Trump making a state visit to the United Kingdom. The general feeling
was that the average Brit doesn't have much respect for the chap. He is seen as
something of a dangerous idiot, and any visit will be plagued by non-stop
protests. No one is really sure why he has been invited on a state visit.
Perhaps Mrs May thought it might
deflect the public's attention away from her?
I got to work and got on with
it. At tea break I saw I had an email from the managing director of Kelly
International Transport. He apologised on behalf of his company for the way the
driver of one of his lorries had behaved on Friday. I saw that as a minor
victory.
I also had an email from Amazon to say that
the belt buckle I'd ordered a few days ago (on next-day delivery) was in
the locker just up the corridor. I went and got it. It's rather handy having an
Amazon locker at work. But it is a pain seeing something advertised as "order
in the next three hours for next-day delivery", ordering it there and
then, and waiting two days for it. It has been my experience that Amazon's
next-day delivery isn't what it might be.
An early start made for an early
finish; I drove to the garage. Last night I’d had a message from them that I
had won a prize in their Easter draw. I drove along expecting a rather small
Easter egg; I got there to find that I’d won a dozen of them. That was
something of a result.
I came home, and took the dogs
round the park. They ran off of the leads. They came back when called. They
didn’t pull when on the leads. “Sit” is actually working with Pogo. It
was only when we got home that I realised that Pogo and Treacle stank to high
heaven and were both covered in slimy mud. I didn’t see them go in the river.
With no working shower, washing them off took some doing.
With dogs washed I went and
checked on that iffy fish. He seems to have made a remarkable recovery.
"er indoors TM" came home and
made something rather good out of chipolatas which made for a very tasty dinner.
We devoured it whilst watching last week’s episode of “The Orville” which was (sadly)
streets ahead of last week’s episode of “Star
Trek: Discovery”. I then slept through last night’s episode of “Ghosts”.
Perhaps I might just actually have an early night tonight?
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