Thankfully the dogs were quiet last night and so I
slept like a log despite a rather vivid dream in which Boris Johnson had
somehow become my best mate.
That was rather unsettling.
I scoffed toast as I watched the last episode of “Big School” (I now need to find something else to pass the time), then had a look at the Internet to see what had happened overnight.
A friend was transmitting from the far side of the world; he seemed to be
having a good holiday. Not much else had seemed to happen though.
I had a look at my emails. I had loads, but none
that were worth having. Amazon were suggesting e-books that I’d either already
bought or didn’t interest me. LinkedIn suggested I applied for a job as a GP in
Hastings. I deleted quite a few emails without even looking at them.
With Fudge snoring on one side of me and Sid on the
other, I then spent a few minutes geo-puzzling. A new series of geo-puzzles
appeared in the (vaguely) Orpington area last week and I’ve struggling with some of them. There
is a conundrum to solve and having solved it you have a word. You then take
that word, turn the letters into numbers (A=1, B=2
etc)… the numbers is the easy bit. Solving the
conundrums is hard. All of the answers begin with the letter “Q” – Q is for
oats is “Quaker”. “ Q is for
bike is “Quad”. Easy… so
what about “Q is for Yes Minister!” or “Q is for very powerful”? And what on Earth is “Q is for Australians
getting in a jam”? Despite being a genius (!) with post-graduate qualifications, these (and most) geo-puzzles have
me foxed.
I opened the tenth window of my Lego advent
calendar (to give me something to
be thinking about during the day), put on the other
new shirt I bought at the weekend, and set off to work.
As I drove to work on a very dark morning the
pundits on the radio had the hump. They had boiled the Prime Minister's
piss yesterday, and so he's now hinted that the government will
review the funding of the BBC. And he's got a point. When I watch some
channels I have to put up with adverts; when I watch others I specifically pay
for those channels. Why should I be legally obliged to pay for a
channel which I rarely (if ever) watch? OK - I listen to a *lot* of BBC radio, but why can't they fund themselves like every
other TV or radio channel does?
They then carried on their series of interviews
with the leaders of the major political parties. Today they wheeled on the
leader of the Scottish Nationalists Nicola Sturgeon who (surprisingly) made a lot of
sense about Brexit, the NHS and Scottish independence. If there was an SNP
candidate standing on the south coast of England, I'd consider voting for them
after what I heard this morning.
In stark contrast the actor Hugh Grant then came
on and made a complete pig's ear of trying to make the case for tactical
voting. Being a lovable upper-class twit might work on soppy films, but it
doesn't make for a convincing political stance.
I did my bit at work, and was a tad late getting
home. I managed to sneak in without a single dog realising; they were all too
busy scoffing their dinner.
Whilst dinner boiled, "er indoors TM" did some
hoovering. The hoover’s poggered… apparently it’s my fault.
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