I woke
at some unearthly hour to find one of the dogs was on top of me. I was about to
grumble at the errant hound when I realised the dog in question didn't have a
curly tail. It was Fudge. Bearing in mind that Fudge can do no wrong I went
back to sleep.
Over
brekkie I watched the last episode of "Good Girls". The show has
been very watchable, and it seems to have reached a sensible ending. I
did hope that the writers would leave it there, but I hear
there's to be a third season. Here's hoping it will be as good as what has gone
before.
I set
off to work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about the
planned national water supply... or lack of one. Gas gets pumped the
length of the nation, but there are no similar pipes for water.
Why not?
Yesterday
the government spokesmen seemed to be thinking about having a sensible railway
policy. Today there was talk of treating water as a valuable and limited resource
rather than as something from which a profit might be made. It’s about time.
Perhaps
those in authority are finally seeing the short-sightedness of Margaret
Thatcher's policies of selling everything off? I thought it was a daft idea
thirty years ago...
There
was also an interview with one of the new French MEPs. I think
she summed up the feelings of the world when she said that Brexit has dragged
on long enough and expressed the sentiment that the UK should effectively
either crap or get off the pan. (I paraphrase her words)
I
stopped off at Aldi as I had a few minutes spare. I wanted to use their
cashpoint machine; it was broken. I would have got in and out quicker had the
resident weirdo not been in the way. Most mornings there is some very strange
fellow at the front of the queue that forms before the shop opens. He takes it
onto himself to direct everyone into the shop and doesn't take "p*ss
off and leave me alone" for an answer.
I got to
work and had a rather good (if busy) day. I did my bit and was only two
minutes late getting out. Once home I took the dogs for a little run. The walk
went well really. I would have liked to have had longer in the co-op field, but
some looney was walking his dog there. Because this chap’s dog can’t be trusted
the dog has to stay on the lead. Because this chap wants his dog to have a run,
the dog has a long lead. A *long* lead. It is a length of rope at least
fifty yards long. Needless to say you can tangle a lot of things with that much
rope.
We came
home.
With "er
indoors TM" off on some works jolly I fed the dogs, then
made myself some toast. I’m happy to eat decent meals, but (quite frankly)
cooking them is too much of a faff.
With
toast scoffed I ironed some shirts whilst watching “The Last Man on Earth”;
my SkyPlus box has recorded eighteen episodes of the show.
That was
very thoughtful of it…
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