I was
pleased to wake before the alarm this morning. I was embroiled in a
nightmare in which we'd been out walking, and the dogs had eaten their leads. For
no explicable reason I had to knit the dogs new leads from a barbed wire fence.
Only I could see what a stupid idea this was.
I got
up, and over some brekkie watched another half of an episode of "Orange
is the New Black". There seems to be far less nudity and mucky stuff
in this series compared to what I remember of the last ones, which is
probably for the best. If I don't take a moral stance, who will?
I
quickly had a look at the Internet. Judging by what I saw on Facebook my cousin
seemed none the worse from her ordeal yesterday in which she got a lifetime ban
from the Carphone Warehouse. Following a squabble about her bill
she told the manager that he couldn't tell his head from his arse. I
must admit to a degree of admiration; I've never heard of anyone getting a
lifetime ban from the Carphone Warehouse before.
And with
no emails at all I set off to work.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about a government initiative to involve the public in the democratic process. Apparently there are to be questionnaires and seminars involving tens of millions of people to try and restore the public's faith in the British democratic process. Bearing in mind more people voted to name the British Antarctic Survey vessel "Boaty McBoatface" that were allowed to vote for our new Prime Minister, it is clear that the current system of "democracy" in Britain is broken and needs fixing.
As I
drove up the motorway I saw that several of the motorway signs were bearing
warnings about a "Report of Obstruction". With the amount of
cameras up the motorway you would think that the people who control the
motorways would have been able to have seen for themselves whether or not
there was an obstruction, wouldn't you? I didn't see one, but I did see a
Highways England car reversing down the motorway's hard shoulder at great
speed. I wonder what that was all about?
I got to
work and did the early shift. Disappointingly there was no cake, but being on
an early shift meant I got out early. I came home and took the dogs round the
park. Pogo didn’t bark at anyone or anything. He did tiddle on Treacle’s head,
but that was her own silly fault really.
With
dogs walked we came home, and I got the lawn mowed before the rain started.
Just as I was putting the lawn mower away, "er indoors TM"
sent a message. She was meeting up with her pals this evening so it was up to
me to feed the wolf-pack (and myself). They did alright for themselves;
I did myself some toast and scoffed it whilst watching more “Orange is the
New Black”.
Some of
the Lego I ordered on Sunday has arrived…
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