I woke in the small hours with an attack of
claustrophobia. With a dog snuggled up close on either side of me I had been
pinned in place under the duvet. I eventually thrashed myself free, and
relocated the offending pooches.
I woke earlier than I might have done, but thought
I might use the time constructively. I got up and put a load of undercrackers
into the washing machine, had a shave, then sorted some toast. I scoffed it
whilst watching an episode of “Black Mirror”. This made me think. When you get blocked by someone on social media you
can’t see what they post on-line. Imagine if that could happen in real life;
other people would be completely invisible to you. Either individuals, or
humanity as a whole. The ultimate “being sent to Coventry”.
As “Black Mirror” finished, so did the washing machine. There’s something wrong with
its “quick wash one hour” setting. Today’s scrub took an hour. Last week it was still going
strong after an hour and a half. Other times see it done in forty-five minutes.
Still, my pants came out clean, which is the main thing. I set it to tumble
drier mode, and had a look at the Internet.
Absolutely nothing at all had happened on Facebook
overnight. Have I been blocked by everyone? I did have quite a few “Found It” emails from people
who’d been out at the weekend finding the geocaches I’ve hidden. One of these
people had said that they liked the idea of the puzzles on the series that I’d
hidden in Hemsted forest, and they thought they might use the idea themselves.
I was pleased about that; more series of film pots under rocks is more walks to
do at the weekends. But other than that, there were no other emails in my
inbox.
As I drove to work the pundits on the radio were
fussing about Brexit. Someone or other in authority (who should know better) has been scaremongering
by releasing (leaking) a confidential government memo warning about possible shortages after
a no-deal Brexit. But is there need to panic? I would have thought that
the take-home message here is that someone in power is taking Brexit
seriously. Am I being vindictive in wanting to see someone being
prosecuted under the Official Secrets Act for wantonly trying to stir up
panic by disclosing confidential information? Or am I just a
reactionary old git?
For some inexplicable reason the radio's sports
news was delayed by ten minutes. No reason was given, but it did seem to be a
serious issue for those presenting the show. Personally I wouldn't care if they
never gave another sport bulletin ever again.
Having run out of peanut butter and marmalade I
drove to Sainsburys where (for some strange reason) I bought peanut butter and jam. And having run out of
peanut butter and marmalade (my usual sandwich
filling) I bought a sandwich for lunch. Rather a dull
thing to report, but that beef and horseradish sandwich was probably one of the
highlights of what was a rather dull day.
As I was shopping I saw a fellow shopper was
wearing her Tesco uniform. In Sainsburys! I asked her if Tesco was too
expensive for her; she laughed and said that Sainsburys was on her way home.
Don't Tesco offer staff discounts? If I was running
Sainsbury's I'd be publicizing this as much as I could.
I got to work; I did my bit. I scoffed my beef and
horseradish sandwich (which turned out to be
something of a disappointment) and had a phone
call from "Daddy’s
Little Angel TM" who
seemed to be in high spirits. We also had a thunderstorm which brightened
up an otherwise dull afternoon. It was during the height of the storm that I
realised that I had no coat and had left my hoodie in my car.
Mind you I got back to my car without getting wet.
Just as I was nearing home I saw "er indoors TM" walking up the
road with the dogs. But by the time I’d parked I had no idea where she’d gone,
and as she doesn’t answer the phone and as the rain was starting again I went
home.
"er
indoors TM"
eventually returned with the dogs, boiled up some dinner and went bowling. I
ironed shirts whilst watching “Poldark”. “Poldark” turned out to
be even more of a disappointment than that beef and horseradish sandwich…
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