"er indoors TM" spends some nights fighting with the dogs
all night long. On other nights she forms an alliance with them so that
together they capture the duvet for themselves and I shiver. Last night they
all formed such an alliance. I shivered.
Over a bowl
of granola I watched another episode of Schitts Creek. Not even Fudge got up
this morning; just as well as there were no crusts to be had from a bowl of
granola.
I then had a
quick look at Facebook. I'd had a friend request from some young lady of whom
I'd never heard. I had a look at her profile; am I being sexist in saying that
in all of her photos she was brandishing the most enormous chest. I suppose she
must be lonely to be sending out friend requests on social media to people she
doesn't know. It's odd really - I wouldn't have thought that anyone with a
chest that size would have been short of male friends.
I get these
sorts of friend requests on Facebook from time to time. Women (young enough to be my daughter) with the most stupendous norks want to chum up with me. I wish they wouldn't.
I looked at
the Munzee map and saw that there were two bouncers on the way to work, so I
set off to Cranbrook. As I drove the pundits on the radio were saying that one in five people aged under thirty has never
had a full English breakfast, with the younger generation preferring fruit and
healthy rubbish. It was even suggested that the fry-up could become a thing of
the past.
Heaven forbid!
I got to
Cranbrook and found my Munzee. I also realised that I was less than fifty yards
from a geocache. But the Munzee I sought was accessible from the pavement; the
geocache was in a swamp. So I left the geocache and headed on to Bewl Water.
As I headed
west there was talk on the radio of yesterday's Prime Minister's Questions in
Parliament. The current Prime Minister seems to thrive at Prime Minister's
Questions; like him or loathe him, Mr Johnson is a consummate showman. He seems
to be fooling most of the people for most of the time by talking loudly and
confidently. Take his latest hare-brained scheme "Bung a bob for Big Ben's Bong" in which he intends to crowd-fund half a million quid to get Big
Ben fixed in time so it can chime to celebrate Brexit. With Australia on fire,
NHS waiting lists growing, and more and more people dependent on food banks,
the Prime Minister is trying to get the public
to pay to speed up the repairs to Big Ben (which
have already been funded) and no one blinks an eye.
I got to Bewl
Water; I found my Munzee. I could have gone on for a geocache, but again I
didn't fancy braving the swamp. Instead I spent a few minutes looking at the
reservoir; it is rather beautiful.
Pausing only
for a quick deploy in Pembury (it's a Munzee thing) I went on to work where I had a rather average day. Not good, not bad...
just rather dull really. Mind you at tea break I did finish my current e-book. You
can see what I thought of it by clicking
here.
I’m glad I’ve
recorded my reading since last March – there’s something of a theme to what I
read… I really need to get some recommendations for non-sci-fi reading.
I came home
to an empty house. "er indoors TM" had taken the
dogs out. They all came back shortly after I got home, and we then had a fun
five minutes trying to find where Treacle had hidden her bowl. Once she’s eaten
her meals she hides her bowl. I wish she wouldn’t.
We had a rather good bit of
dinner washed down with a bottle of shiraz. As we scoffed we watched “After
Ever After” which wasn’t entirely unlike “Yonderland”. If you get the
chance to watch it, it’s well worth a go.
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