Over brekkie I watched the second
episode of “Bonding” which featured
the actress who played “Janet” in “The Good Place”. It was a rather good
episode. Netflix is certainly worth eight quid a month. And now that “Game of Thrones” has finished I find
myself asking what I get from Sky for forty quid a month that I wouldn’t get
from a Freeview box.
I’m also hearing good things about “Now TV”. I shall wait for the upcoming
family wedding to pass, then I will seriously review my telly provision.
I then sparked up my lap-top to have a
quick look-see at the Internet. Someone with whom I used to work had been in
Edinburgh over the weekend taking part in the marathon there. Since he’s taken
up running he’s lost weight to the point of appearing quite gaunt. Bearing in
mind I probably cover more distances on my walks than he does on his runs…
perhaps I might walk a tad faster?
I sent out a birthday wish to a friend.
And with no emails at all I got ready
for work.
I finally found where I'd left my car.
It had rained overnight, so that went some way to washing the smears off of the
windscreen. Sooner or later I was going to have to do something about
that.
Navigating the (hopefully) temporary traffic lights at the bottom of the road
I was soon on my way to Pembury. As I drove there was all sorts of drivel on
the radio about last week's elections for the European Parliament and
their implications for the upcoming Brexit negotiations. It was something of a
shame that no one having anything new to say on the matter didn't stop people
wittering on ad-nauseum about it. They even wheeled on some religious-type who
tried to claim that Brexit was God's will; likening the European Union to the
Tower of Babel.
The pundits on the radio also
interviewed Diane Abbott who (again)
came over as a very good reason *not*
to vote for the Labour party, and with the announcement that there are now a
dozen people itching to take over as Prime Minister I was glad to get to work
and turn the radio off.
I did what I couldn't avoid at work. At
a tea break I saw the news that one of our favourite pubs to visit when walking has had
the thumbs-down from the health inspectors. And somewhere we visited (and I felt was one of the most pretentious
pubs ever) has been billed as the best pub in Kent.
I also saw that there's going to be a
"Gavin and Stacey"
Christmas special. I hope that doesn't turn out to be a disappointment...
Having made rather good time coming home
I thought I might spend a few minutes getting petrol. I got to the petrol
station, put the nozzle into the hole, squeezed the trigger… and nothing
happened. Looking round the forecourt nothing was happening for anyone else.
Then I saw all the people in the kiosk banging on the door.
One of the Sainsbury’s staff arrived.
There had been a power cut. We couldn’t get petrol; those that had just got
petrol couldn’t pay for it, and couldn’t get out of the kiosk either.
I came home.
"er indoors TM" boiled up a very
good bit of dinner which we washed down with a bottle of white wine. It has to
be said that the wine was “a tad bleugh”,
but wine so often is. As we guzzled we watched this evening’s episode of “Bake Off”. I didn’t guess the winners,
but I certainly predicted the loser.
I do hope those dogs let me sleep
tonight…
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