I scoffed a bowl of granola whilst watching an episode of “Trailer
Park Boys: The Animated Series” (which was rather good) then quickly
sparked up my lap-top.
In amongst the nonsense and the drivel on Facebook I saw a
post from my cousin. Her cat has lymphoma. That will cost a fortune to treat. I
automatically thought that she should cut her losses, it is an old cat… but if
it was my Fudge I would think differently…
I had a “sort of” invite to one of the “Black
Lives Matter” rallies that are happening tomorrow. Apparently the League of
British Racists have arranged to turn up at one of these rallies. I was asked (along
with a *lot* of other people) to turn up at that particular one on the
pretext of supporting the rally (which I do anyway) but to be prepared
to kick seven shades of sh*t out of the League of British Racists should they
try anything. Fortunately I’m working tomorrow so I could turn the invite down
without giving offence.
I made my way to my car, weaving through
the recycling bins that the bin-men had discarded across the pavements.
As I drove to work the pundits on the
radio were talking about how the economy has shrunk by twenty per cent. Bearing
in mind how everyone's been on furlough, is this any surprise?
There was then a lot of talk of Brexit
and how a no-deal crash-out is looking more and more likely supposedly...
because of coronageddon (a handy excuse?!)
With time on my hands I went to Tesco in
Pembury for some odds and ends. The last time I went there pretty much everyone
was walking round in full-on haz-mat suits. Today there wasn't a single
face-mask or rubber glove to be seen. The public clearly have lost interest in
the pandemic.
Mind you there was some rather aggressive
member of the staff there who wasn't afraid to give out the orders. She (very
rudely) told some chap which aisle he could walk up and which aisle he
could walk down (even though there
were no directing arrows.)
And she then had the right hump with me
because I went to the till once I'd got what I needed rather than walking to
the end of the shop and following the
tortuous route she had in mind for me.
I got to work and did my bit., As I
worked so I had a phone call from the sleep clinic. A week or so ago I sent
them the SD card out of my CPAP machine so that they could review the data the
thing had collected about my sleep patterns over the years. The SD card hadn't
collected anything since September 2016... That was useful (!)
The nice lady said she would send the
car back to me and could I try again. Somehow it was my fault that the device
hasn't been recording anything...
We then had a "Code Red" which really made
my day. I don't dislike my job but… other than Captain Kirk, how many other
people do you know who really do have "Red Alerts" at work?
Having Klingons on the viewscreen is just peanuts to what we sometimes contend
with.
Just I got home "er indoors TM"
was taking the dogs out. We had a good walk; for once I took Pogo, and he had
no “episodes” at all. Not one. With me holding the lead he clearly feels
he has no need to protect anyone.
Fudge straggled, but Fudge does that.
"er indoors TM" boiled up a rather
good bit of dinner which we washed down with a bottle of white wine. The plonk
was called “Zesty and Vibrant”; whoever named it lied. But dinner was
good, and we all liked the cheese we had for afters…
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