Over
brekkie I watched another episode of “Big School” in which
David Walliams attempted and failed to pork Catherine Tate.
I
then had my usual root around the Internet. I saw that the dates for next
year’s Brighton Kite Festival have been confirmed. Bearing in mind that the
festival of ten years ago was definitely going to be the last, the event is
going well. I’d like to go, but all the setting up and taking down of the tents
is just too much like hard work. Maybe I might go down for the day?
Not
a lot else had happened on Facebook, and with no emails of note I opened my
Advent calendar, got dressed and set off to work.
Yesterday
morning the thermometer in my car said that the outside temperature was minus
four degrees. It was nine degrees this morning. What a difference.
As
I drove the pundits on the radio were interviewing the boss of Marston's
brewery. They were trying to get him to comment on political stuff and say bad
things about Brexit. They weren't impressed when he suggested they should have
been interviewing a politician.
Mind
you they later interviewed Michael Gove and some woman from the Labour party;
both of whom blamed each other for everything, and neither of whom made
anywhere near as much sense as the boss of the brewery. Perhaps he should be
running the country. I'm sure he could stage a piss-up there whilst I doubt any
of our politicians could.
The
radio's "Thought for the Day"
section today was seemingly written with me in mind. Yesterday I whinged about
how jealous I was of a friend; this morning some Buddhist warned of the
dangers of "comparison anxiety". This
is apparently sweeping the nation. The speaker warned that we shouldn't worry
about how well we are doing compared to everyone else, as no one is completely
happy. We should just be content with our lot. Sound advice. I should take
it. I suppose I *am* happy with my lot - I just
want a lot more...
I
stopped off at Aldi (as I was at Maidstone today). I had a
plan to get "er indoors TM" a Christmas
pressie or two. They didn't have anything worth having as a Christmas pressie (I assumed she didn't want a three-feet tall
Kevin the Carrot), so I went in to
work, I did my bit, and came home.
"My Boy TM"
boiled up dinner today. It was rather good… unlike the rest of the day which was
rather dull.
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