I had a
reasonable night’s sleep. It would have been better had I not been fighting one
or other of the dogs for bed space in the small hours.
I got up
a little earlier had I had intended and watched Saturday’s “Thunderbirds Are
Go!” over a bowl of granola, then fired up the lap-top to see what had
happened in the world overnight. A *lot* of people had liked the photos
I’d posted on-line over the weekend. Other people had been busy this weekend;
out walking, or flying kites, or posting wedding photos. I do like seeing what
people get up to.
Amazon
was having a sale today. They were selling Fire tablets for thirty quid, and
Paperwhite e-readers which do far less for fifty quid. What was that all about?
I
checked my emails – I had a *lot*. Loads of “Found It” logs from
people who’d found the geocaches I’d hidden over the last few months and years.
And then
(taking care not to wake anyone) I got ready for work.
As I
drove to work the pundits on the radio were talking about how fifty years ago
this week Apollo 11 took the first men to walk on the surface of the Moon. They
spoke about the bright new future of space exploration that was envisioned and
that didn't happen. I must admit that I don't remember Apollo 11 (but I do
remember Apollo 13), but I've always been disappointed that the future didn't
turn out quite how I thought it might. The pundits on the radio played part of
a speech by the American Vice-President (whoever he is?) in which a
return to the Moon was promised, and they spoke a little about the planned
missions to Mars without (for once) treating the whole thing as faintly
ridiculous.
After
this they wheeled on Sir Oliver Letwin who droned on about Parliament and
Brexit and completely lost my attention. I returned to the radio in time to
hear allegations of racism being levelled at President Trump. Have I ever
mentioned that Mr Trump reminds me of Zaphod Beeblebrox (President of
the Galaxy in the Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Universe). As President his
job wasn't to wield any power at all, but to draw attention away from those who
actually did run the show.
I
suspect Mr Trump is doing a *very* good job of this.
Having
made good time up the motorway I went on to Sainsburys where I got petrol, and
then went in to work. I collected my camo tape from the Amazon locker, and then
made a start on the early shift. Usually an early start makes for an early finish,
but not today. I wasn’t *that* late getting out though.
Once
home I ran the dogs round the co-op field, and once "er indoors TM"
had boiled up gammon and chips she went bowling. I did the ironing whilst
catching up with telly that I’d missed. The last episode of “Gentleman Jack”
was entertaining enough, but the first episode of the new season of “Poldark”
was a grave disappointment. Far from flaunting a heaving bosom, Demelza seems
to have taken to wearing a hessian sack.
Such a
shame…
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