I slept like a log; the alarm
woke me for once. In a novel break with tradition I scoffed granola for
brekkie. There’s no crusts of that for Fudge, but just lately he’s been
sleeping in the early mornings anyway.
As I scoffed I watched another
episode of “Flowers” which (despite an appearance
of “Fat Matilda”) has stopped being a comedy and is now just weird.
With nothing having happened
overnight on Facebook, and no emails worth having, I took care to let sleeping
dogs lie (literally) as I got dressed then set off to work. As I drove the pundits on the
radio were interviewing some idiot who was banging on about how public holidays
are wasted on the Great Unwashed. Apparently when the average bloke gets a Bank
Holiday he just fritters it away by watching telly or taking the dogs for a
walk or going down the pub. (As if!) A few hundred years ago the masses knew what to do on public holidays
- they would go on a pilgrimage.
Yes - a
pilgrimage.
There's a
move afoot to get the masses going on pilgrimages again. Can you believe it? If
you look on-line you can find starting points of holy trails. There’s loads kicking off
from about seven miles from every cathedral in the country. You can spend the
day walking (presumably in pious
contemplation) to said cathedral where you can experience two
hours of hypocrisy in sub-zero temperatures. And there’s shorter ones, or ones
taking several days. The idiot singing the praises of these pilgrimages was rather
vague about how you get back to where you left your car afterwards. Me - I
think I will stick with what I usually do.
There was
then talk of Harvey Weinstein's trial which was starting today. He's been
accused of forcing women into non-consensual sex and a *lot* of concern was expressed that
if he was found not guilty then he wouldn't go to prison and would be able to
carry on forcing women into
non-consensual sex. Personally I would have thought that if he was found not
guilty then it had been proved that forcing women into non-consensual sex
wasn't his thing? However the
implication given was that he's a bit of a beast like that, and would probably
get away with it. Is he a beast? I have no idea. But again the media have
decided and declared this chap's guilt far in advance of anything any court
might say.
I stopped off
at Aldi to get some coffee, and when there I deployed a Munzee. Go me.
With Munzee
deployed I went in to work. I don't dislike work, but I think it fair to say
that the novelty is wearing off. Though (it has to be said) I might well have
felt better about the day had I not had guts ache the entire time. I'm not sure
what I ate yesterday to upset my innards, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't eat it
again. Interestingly Pogo's been farting like a fruitbat too.
As I walked home from having
parked the car I met "er indoors TM" walking all four
dogs down the road. Signalling to her to keep quiet I walked straight past
without a single hound realising it was me. but when I spoke they all knew who
I was.
We
had a good little wander round the roads then came home. "er indoors TM"
helped me (did all of the work) to print off some Munzee stickers, then
boiled up a rather good bit of scoff. We devoured it, then she went bowling.
With her usual bowlers unavailable, "My Boy TM" had
been dragooned to fill in. Odd how he gets asked and I don’t. Still, I’m not
fussed; the telly don’t watch itself.
As the dishwasher
dishwashed and the washing machine wrestled with my undercrackers I watched two
more episodes of “Lost in Space” whilst chopping up the sheet of Munzees
that "er indoors TM" had printed for me.
I shall deploy some more Munzees tomorrow…
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