20 January 2021 (Wednesday) - He's Gone

I slept well, waking just before the alarm was due to go off. Leaving Sid asleep I got a bowl of granola and devoured it whilst watching another episode of “The Office” whilst my COVID-19 test incubated. It was negative, as I rather thought it might be. Having had the first jab it would be unlikely to be positive, but you never know. By rights I should have had the second jab yesterday but it has been put off for a couple of months on the whim of some politician or other.


I sparked up my lap-top and sent out birthday wishes to today’s birthday boys, then rolled my eyes as I opened Facebook. A little while ago they gave me a formal warning when I told them that I was being spammed on their site by a pornmonger. This morning I was greeted with adverts for ladies of dubious morals which were appearing as sponsored adverts. I reported it to the Facebook Feds, but I doubt they would do anything.


There were several people posting “goodbye and good riddance” messages on-line about Donald Trump as Joe Biden was sworn in as the new President of the USA. I have six hundred  and something people on my Facebook Friends list. Of them, four live in America. They rarely mention Trump. But I get so wound up by the UK residents who have been so aggressively anti-Trump despite his having pretty much nothing to do with them at all. Personally I’m glad to see the back of Donald Trump. Not for whatever he might or might not have done, but because the bloke is a distraction. Look at what is going on in the UK at the moment… I say “UK” – look at what is going on within walking distance of my house. Due to the incompetence of our government we have lorries queuing and blocking the motorway because of the utterly unnecessary delays at the docks. We have French haulage firms refusing to bring goods to the UK because of the shambles at Dover. Look at the swarms of people in the park at the weekend - the lock-down rules change from day to day and the UK has the UK has the highest death rate in the world. We now only get the postman visiting once a week. Look at my bank balance – our household bills are going through the roof as the hidden costs of Brexit are coming to light…

And still people would rather rant about the Orange Irrelevance.


I set off west-wards towards Pembury through the dark. Going to work at Maidstone is easy – I just go straight up the motorway. Going to Pembury can be rather more problematical. The journey is only eight miles further, but takes about double the time as I am going along country lanes and (like today) finding many sets of traffic lights and road closures where people have gone far too fast and ended up embedded in hedges.

As I drove the pundits on the radio were mostly talking about the American presidential inauguration, but they did mention that quite a few musicians have got the hump. They all seem to think that they should be exempt from the laws that require British people to have visas in order to be allowed to travel to Europe. Ironically some of the of the most vocal complainants had also been very vocal in their support for Brexit and would now seem to be regretting having pissed on their chips.


I got to work where I had a rather good day. And with work done I came home. I do like working at Pembury, but I don’t like going there or coming home. A thirty-mile drive took an hour and a half, and that was on rather quiet roads. 

"er indoors TM" is boiling up dinner. I shall scoff that, then have an early night. I always say that, but I really hope I do tonight. I’m on an early shift tomorrow which means I need to be leaving home shortly after six o’clock tomorrow morning…  

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