After
a particularly restless night I made myself some toast and watched another
episode of “Green Eggs and Ham” as I have
done recently. I thought there were only eight episodes of that show, but I’m
now up to number nine.
I
then had a look at the Internet. With absolutely nothing at all having happened
overnight, and with no emails at all, I downloaded a new e-book and I got
myself ready for work.
It
took over quarter of an hour to scrape the ice off of the car (outside
and inside).
I
set off for work. Narrowly avoiding being splatted off of the motorway by a
Polish lorry I drove off in the general direction of Maidstone. As I drove I
listened to the pundits on the radio who were interviewing some chap from the
Green party. He had this revolutionary idea that people might want to use
public transport *if* it was more attractive than
having your own car. He's probably right. I spend about as much on petrol
getting to work as I would on train fare. But I can get to work quicker and in
much more comfort in my car. If it was cheaper to get a train and I didn’t have
to stand about shivering on cold platforms waiting for trains which were
running late or had been cancelled, I'd get the train.
Mind
you I might need to get used to the idea of cold railway stations - the Green
party haven't ruled out the compulsory purchase of all old petrol cars in order
to save the planet.
I
got to work; I did my bit. For much of the day I was humming the theme tune to
"Tiny
Toon Adventures" for no reason that I could fathom.
I
came home and walked the dogs round the block. Christmas decorations are
starting to appear in the local houses.
With
walk walked I made a phone call. I’d had a letter about the house buildings and
contents insurance renewal. The insurance company were planning to charge over
sixty quid more for next year’s cover. I phoned them up, had a whinge, and got
the same deal for an increase of only eight quid.
It
pays to phone them up. I phone them up every time they send a quote through,
and every time they reduce the quote by massive amounts of money.
I
put the telly on and watched the live political debate between the Prime
Minister and the Leader of the Opposition. I shall be intrigued to hear what
the informed opinion about the debate will be tomorrow morning on the radio as
it seemed to my uneducated eye that Mr Corbyn ran rings round Mr Johnson (could
you believe it).
"er
indoors TM"
came home. She’d been visiting "My Boy TM" and
Cheryl, and came home with some home-made stew for me. It was rather good…
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