As
I scoffed brekkie I saw that a friend was posting on Facebook about the
imminent advent of nuclear fusion power stations. Apparently it is thought that
nuclear fusion will be a viable power source within twenty
years. Clean cheap energy… it is a shame that nuclear fusion has always been
about twenty years away for as long as I can remember.
It
was even more of a shame that other people on Facebook were confusing it with
nuclear fission (which is a very dangerous and dirty way
to make electricity).
Other
than that, not a lot else was happening on Facebook this morning.
I
checked my emails. The government
had responded to a petition to restrict the sale of fireworks to organised events. Apparently
they see no need to do this as they believe that “the majority of people who
use fireworks do so appropriately and have a sensible and responsible attitude
towards them”.
Really?
I
took the dogs for a quick circuit of the park. The walk went well; Pogo only
shouted at one other dog. A shame it was OrangeHead’s dog, but there it is.
With
walk done I set the dishwasher going, took laundry off of the clothes horse and
radiators, harvested the crop of dog turds that had ripened in the garden, and
spent half an hour writing up
CPD.
With
the dogs settled I set off in the vague direction of work. I drove round to
B&Q first. Have you ever been to the car park of the Ashford branch of
B&Q? Something odd is going on there. The shop doesn't have that many
people working there. There is never that many customers. And the car park is
always full. There are probably four times more cars than you could
realisticallly account for.
Are
people parking there and walking up to the train station? It's quite a walk.
I
went in; I found a cheap(ish) lawnmower. And bearing in mind how much
condensation there is in my car I asked the nice lady if they had
dehumidifiers. The nice lady had no idea what I was talking about, and looked
at me as though I was the stupid one. When it became clear I wasn't going away,
she eventually suggested I went and asked the nice man who was standing at the
other end of the store. I went and asked him. He gave me an odd look; when I
told him that he nice lady had told me to ask him, he said a rude word, and
suggested I might follow him. We walked past the nice lady where he said
another rude word, and eventually I got my dehumidifier.
Just
as I was setting it up in the car "Daddy’s
Little Angel TM" rang.
She seemed amazed that I should be in B&Q's car park.
I
drove on up the motorway to Notcutts garden centre. My gaiters had developed
holes since I'd last worn them and so I thought I might get new ones. The nice
man at the shop asked if I wanted one of their loyalty cards. Quite frankly I
didn't want yet another card, but when he said that if I took it, he'd knock a
fiver off the price I felt I couldn't say no.
I
then tried to get back to the car park.
Have
you ever been to Notcutts garden centre? It is the sort of place about
which I get nightmares. It is a maze which seemingly has no exit, and is
filled with swarms of people blindly bumbling about; not a single one of them
looking where they are going. And it was heaving with Christmas decorations
too. I considered getting a singing reindeer's head, but it cost about thirty
quid more than I was prepared to spend on it.
When
I eventually got out I thought I might try for the two munzees in the car park.
Both were there; neither worked. Both had faded over the years and both needed
repair.
I
went on to work where the car park was rather busy. But once I'd eventually
parked I made my way to the works canteen. Pie and chips went down well.
Much
of the afternoon was spent in a state of sulk. Apparently the Queen was
visiting somewhere or something locally and had driven past, and we'd all
missed it. We'd have welcomed the chance to have skived off for five minutes to
go cheer at her cavalcade.
The
late shift was busy; very busy…
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