I was
woken shortly after two o’clock by "er indoors TM" telling
Fudge to be quiet. I couldn’t hear him, but when I listened closely there was
the tiniest of whimpering. Since I was awake I went to the loo. Fudge ran after
me – he wanted a tiddle too.
Over a
bowl of granola I watched an episode of “Good Girls” then resisted the
temptation to look at the Internet. Instead I went to B&Q as I needed some
planking to fix the fence between our house and not-so-nice-next-door.
At the weekend I’d heard Fudge barking in the garden. I went out but couldn’t
see him anywhere. I could hear him though. I called him, and he burst through
the fence (like a tank) in a manner of which Oliver Hardy would have
been proud. I temporarily blocked the hole, but it needed a more permanent fix.
I found
the planking I needed. It was the right width, but far too long. I asked the
nice man in B&Q if he might cut it for me. He couldn’t. The plank was too
narrow for the shop’s electric saw. The nice man showed me why it was too
small. Sure enough it was; it didn’t fit on the saw’s shelf-thingy without
wobbling all over the place. However probably about ninety per cent of the wood
in B&Q would be too narrow for that saw. I pointed this out to the nice man
who admitted that this was the case.
The electric
saw in B&Q is a huge thing; it must have cost thousands of pounds. Why didn’t
they get one that would be able to cut the wood they sell?
As I drove to work the pundits on the radio were
talking about how President Trump is unrepentant in his racist attacks. I suspect
that being politically incorrect and insulting minorities is probably a
vote-winner, and he knows it.
There was also talk about how having spent years
breaking up the national railways into autonomous companies, the government’s
advisors now feel that a national railway policy might be a good idea…
Despite the traffic lights at Brookfield being broken
I got to work where I had a rather good day. And then I came home again.
As I parked up, not-so-nice-next-door parked
her car behind me. I’ve mentioned before that her piano playing is abysmal, but
it is perfection compared to her driving. She actually came alongside my car *on
the pavement* in her attempts to position her car at the edge of the road
behind my car. I honestly don’t think she’s passed her driving test; her
driving is *that* bad.
"er
indoors TM"
took the hounds out whilst I got out a saw and carved up my plank. In a novel
break with tradition I used a spirit level to put the planks across the hole,
but the wood was a tad thick for my electric screwdriver. I’ve bodged the hole
closed; that will do. If not-so-nice-next-door had a problem with it,
she can tell me. But bearing in mind she doesn’t speak to us, that’s not likely
to happen.
I wonder what’s for dinner?
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