I had a rather restless night… When Treacle and
Pogo don’t sleep, nor does anyone else.
I set the washing machine going and made some
toast. As I scoffed it I watched an episode of “Big
School” whilst Sid sucked my pyjama bottoms. Fudge came
downstairs, humped Sid, and went back to bed.
With telly watched I had a look at the Internet.
I saw on Facebook that Rene Auberjonois had died
overnight. He played “Odo” in Star Trek… over twenty years ago. A *lot* of people had picked up on this. Far fewer had realised that Robert
Walker Jr had also died; he played “Charlie X” in Star Trek about thirty yeas before Rene Auberjonois was cast as “Odo”. Steve Coogan had been in my
favourite pub in Hastings, and quite a few people had put up their Christmas
trees.
I had one or two emails this morning. Amazon was
offering me cut-price Terry Pratchett e-books. I might get some. I’ve already
got a dozen or so; I must admit that I was put off of Pratchett’s stuff by
people raving about how good it was and the books didn’t live up to the hype.
I hung out the washing, put on one of the new
shirts I bought in Matalan yesterday and set off to work.
As I drove to work on a very wet and dark morning
the pundits on the radio were interviewing the leader of the Liberal Democrats.
They were giving Ms Swinson a very hard time about the place of trans people in
today's society (for no reason that I
could fathom). She seemed to be getting very angry about an
issue which, whilst important, isn't perhaps what the nation is focussing on
right now. I can't help but wonder if someone at the BBC was playing silly
beggars by deliberately wasting her air-time in that way?
This was followed by a squabble between John
McDonell (Labour's Shadow Chancellor of the
Exchequer) and John Caudwell (the
billionaire who pays the most tax in the UK). Apparently
the Labour people had said that there shouldn't be any billionaires in the
world, Mr Caudwell had disagreed, and in the subsequent bickering neither
side convinced the other of anything.
Mind you, as Mr Caudwell said, all of the
Labour party's plans hinge on their being able to tax the billionaires. If
Labour wins the upcoming election and all the billionaires go and live abroad (like many have threatened to do) then the Labour party will be left high and dry. You'd think it would
make sense *not* to piss on your chips, wouldn't you?
I got to work and wasted ten minutes trying to
photograph a squirrel in the car park. It looked particularly photogenic all
the time I was pointing my phone's camera the other way, but managed to avoid
me quite well.
I did my bit. At tea break I saw quite the bargain
appear on one of the Facebook Lego-related groups. I've handed over my
money... here's hoping the bargain arrives.
Having driven to work in the dark I drove home in
the dark too. Mind you the Christmas decorations in the houses in the villages
were rather pretty.
I arrived home just as "er indoors TM" was taking the wolf
pack out for a walk. We went round the block, then came home for a rather good
bit of dinner. "er indoors TM" then went bowling. I
did the ironing.
I think
I got the worse end of that deal…
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