For some
odd reason I didn't sleep well last night. The dogs were settled, but I wasn't.
Over a
brekkie of toast and home-made blackcurrant jam (very tasty!) I watched
half of an episode of "Orange is the New Black" in which our
heroes all got their kits off for a gratuitous shower scene.
I then
had a look-see at the internet. Not much had happened on Facebook, but eBay had
sent me an email suggesting I bought my bogroll from them. They were offering
it considerably cheaper than Aldi. I wonder if Amazon are as competitively
priced? I could have my bogroll delivered to the Amazon locker at work. I shall
have a look-see.
As I
drove to work the pundits on the radio were talking about global warming.
According to recently released figures the ten warmest years on record have
all been since 2002, and the half of the ten coldest years on record were
in the century before last.
It
amazes me that this is presented as news. There used to be ice fairs on the
frozen river Thames in years gone by. When I was a lad the snow would fall and
would hang around for weeks. Has our old friend Science only just figured this
out?
I must
admit that my piss boiled at the next bit on the radio. There was an interview
with some car manufacturer who was talking about the factory he owned in South
Wales. He's going to close the factory if it is unprofitable after Brexit.
Surely he's going to close it if it is unprofitable either way? Or would he
continue running the factory at a loss if the United Kingdom remains in the
European Union?
With a
few minutes to spare I drove up to Sainsburys to get petrol. There was quite the
queue; I stood in line, and realised that the people behind the till were
asking the female customers if they had a nectar card, but not the male ones.
And they seemed rather surprised when I brandished mine.
Don't
men have nectar cards? Do all the other blokes point and laugh when I brandish
my card?
I got to work and had a rather bad day. I don’t
dislike my job, but there is a lot of pressure. If I get it wrong, people’s
treatments are affected; people really may even die. Perhaps I should jack it
all in and do something marginally less stressful?
Does anyone have any suggestions?
I came home and took the dogs to the co-op field. We
hadn’t even got there when Treacle tried to pick a fight with a passing dog.
And because she’d started, Pogo started too. I turned round and marched them
straight home.
"er
indoors TM"
came home and boiled up dinner. She had some prawn thing; I had steak and
chips. I liked that…
And my
second consignment of Lego has arrived. Three time as much as arrived yesterday
for the same price…
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