Over brekkie I watched another episode of “Inside No.9”. It passed half an
hour I suppose.
I sparked up my lap-top. Nothing much had happened
on Facebook at all overnight, but I did see that the Gerry Anderson fan page I
follow was advertising a bargain. You can now pre-order a 1:6 scale model of “Parker” (Lady
Penelope’s manservant from “Thunderbirds). The manufacturers
are taking orders and a deposit of “only” thirty pounds secures you one. Thirty pounds? I had a look at the website. They want two hundred quid for the actual thing.
Apparently this is a limited edition… limited to as many as they can sell
perhaps? It never fails to amaze me how people will pay good money for this
sort of thing.
I had a look at my emails. A new geocache had gone
live overnight. It wasn’t at all far from where I work when I am working in
Maidstone; such a shame I’m in at Pembury this week.
I drove to work through a rather bright morning. It
was far too beautiful a day to be listening to all the doom and gloom on the
radio. The pundits on the radio were talking about "Operation Yellowhammer"; the
government's worst-case disaster planning in case Brexit goes seriously
tits-up. On the one hand it all seems rather worrying. On the other hand it is
as well that some plans are being made.
They then wheeled on the Labour party's deputy
leader who tried to savage the government for all the horror stories that are
circulating about the Brexit planning, but the chap refused point-blank to say
what the Labour party's stance on Brexit actually is. The implication was that
they didn't have one.
There was also a lot of talk about how prosecutions
for rape are going through the roof, but convictions for rape are at an all-time
low. Are the guilty getting off? Are the innocent being charged? I don't know.
I got to work. I did chuckle when a colleague had
to suddenly take an hour or two off. A minor family emergency. Having thought
her son had run away from school it turned out that he hadn’t run away at all.
The boy had had enough of the place and had announced that he had now left
school. He’s only nine years old. I think the most recent fruit of my loins
once tried the same trick.
Once home we took the dogs for a little walk, then "er
indoors TM"
went off to craft club. I shall do some more Wherigo programming… in a little
while…
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