I slept like a log and woke feeling full of beans
and ready to go. I looked at the clock and saw it was only two o’clock. I saw
every hour of the night after that. I gave up trying to sleep shortly after six
o’clock, and after some toast watched another episode of “Inside No.9” which was
watchable (I suppose).
With telly watched I had a look at the Internet.
Pretty much nothing much had changed since last night.
As I drove to work I twice found myself behind
different tankers; both of which were used by various companies to empty cess
pits. I thought it rather odd that tankers carrying that which had been
extracted from cess pits would also be bearing large logos saying "Non Hazardous Material".
If the gunge out of a cess pit isn't hazardous,
what on Earth is?
As I drove I listened to the radio. The world would
seem to be in uproar at the Prime Minister's having shut down Parliament.
However everyone seemed to be glossing over the fact that he'd merely closed it
four days earlier than it would have been closed anyway.
What amazed me today was the news reports of the
latest Honours list. Outgoing Prime Ministers are allowed to give out honours
and awards when they go (it is one of the perks
of the job). I would have thought this would have been a
golden opportunity to reward those who actively contribute to society. But I
didn't hear mention of anyone to whom I would have given recognition. CBEs
had been given to the two geniuses who'd overseen the most recent general
election in which Teresa May's government was firmly kicked in the knackers.
And a knighthood has been given to the bloke who devised that Brexiit deal
that Parliament threw out three times. Who would have thought that such
incompetence would be rewarded so well? On the strength of that, the
Downing Street tea lady should have been made God-Emperor of the universe.
The chap who ran the Boys Brigade (for years) when I was a lad
has never received anything from an ungrateful nation. The team who run
our local scout group got nothing either. Meanwhile people ballsing up
a job (for which they get paid
more than I get paid) get honours.
Funny old world.
Work was much the same as ever. I did my bit, and
came home as I do.
Over dinner we watched “Bake Off”. I absolutely love that show. When it first started all those years
ago (like everyone else) I was wondering who would be bothered with a show
about making cakes, biscuits and bread. Now I sit there intently watching the
bakers' every moves, earnestly telling "er indoors TM" that they are about to make a pig's ear of
that ganache.
Or I would if I knew what a ganache was...
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