I woke shortly after three
o'clock and considered getting up to watch "Game of Thrones".
The program had started an hour before, and I *could* have watched it before
all the spoilers came out. But then... I've done this for the last four weeks
and (quite frankly) the episodes haven't been of a quality worth getting
out of bed for. Realising that it would keep I went back to sleep.
I got up three hours later,
watched an episode of "Santa Clarita Diet", fussed Fudge, and
set off to find where I'd left my car.
I had intended to get petrol
yesterday when getting the new tyres, but I'd forgotten. I went to Sainsbury to
get petrol. As I paid I brandished my Nectar card. For two years I was asked if
I had a Nectar card every time I refuelled in Sainsburys. Now I've got one, no
one ever asks about the thing.
I set off along the A28 in the
general direction of Tunbridge Wells; I've been seconded to work there for
three weeks. What with the vagaries of my shift allocations, this was my first routine
Monday working for some time.
As I drove the pundits on the
radio were talking about how the company that runs the country's search and
rescue helicopters has
gone bankrupt. I can't pretend to understand this one - how on Earth can
you run a search and rescue helicopter as a profit-making business?
There was also talk
of a tax being put onto the likes of Amazon and other mail-order businesses.
Apparently people who sell stuff on the internet or by mail order have got an
unfair advantage over traditional shops in that they don't have all the costs
that go with having a traditional shop.
Dur!
Of course they don't. That's why
they don't have a traditional shop in the first place and why they operate by
internet or mail order.
What amazes me is how this is
presented as news. My mother was acting as an agent for a mail-order catalogue
company fifty years ago.
The roads were surprisingly
quiet this morning; I got to work rather early, and had time to read my Kindle
before the rigours of the day. And the day had some rigours. I was glad when
home time came… or (more precisely) quarter past home time as I had to
stay a tad late as there was something of an emergency kicking off.
I came home, and "er
indoors TM"
and I walked the dogs round Bowens Field. We than had a rather good bit of
scoff before she went bowling. With all three dogs asleep with me on the sofa I
watched last night’s episode of “Game of
Thrones”. It was probably the best of the most recent episodes, but that
wasn’t saying much. I was right not to have got up in the middle of the night
to have watched it.
Next week is the last episode of
“Game of Thrones” ever. My hopes are high, but my expectations aren’t.
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