I woke
far too early this morning; after laying wide awake for an hour I gave up
trying to sleep and got up. Over brekkie I watched another episode of "The
Last Man on Earth", then found myself transfixed by some gung-ho idiot
who was terrorising piranhas on one of the more obscure TV channels. I gave it
ten minutes, then had my usual trawl around the Internet. So many people were
posting from their foreign holidays. I suppose it is the middle of July. It is
holiday season. I went to Turkey only a few months ago.
But I
was still jealous.
I got
myself ready for work, and spent a couple of minutes getting to my car. On
Fridays the bin men come round. About four hours before the bin lorry comes
round, the vanguard of the bin men comes round moving the bins into positions
that make it easy to get the bins to the lorry. However this means that the
pavements are totally blocked by bins, and bins are wedged in between all the
parked cars. I pulled bins out from in front and behind my car, and then drove
round to the co-op.
I needed
to use their cashpoint machine. Again the thing had no receipts in it. Again I
complained to the co op staff, and again they expressed their utter
indifference on the matter.
As I
drove to work the pundits on the radio were discussing the plight of EU
nationals in the UK, and UK nationals in the EU. What will happen to them after
Brexit? Several so-called experts were wheeled on, all of who took an absolute
age to say that they didn’t know. What a waste of air time.
I got to
work, and unlike earlier in the week an early start *did* make for an
early finish. I came home, collected the dogs, and we all drove out to Kings
Wood. One of the geocaches I’d hidden there had supposedly gone missing. I couldn’t
find it, but that doesn’t mean it’s not there. I’ve replaced it; I’m now
waiting for someone to whinge that they’ve found two pots.
We came
home past the Conningbrook hotel; "er indoors TM" had
had her work’s beano there and needed fetching home. As part of her works beano
there had been a barbecue. The dogs had quite a bit of leftovers from that.
We came
home, and once the dogs had scoffed far too much leftover meat we settled them
and went round the corner to the Riverside. Chris was having a birthday, and a
few of us were getting together to celebrate.
I only
had a couple of pints… but (like the dogs) I ate *far* too much…
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