I’d forgotten just how much space Pogo takes up on the bed. After a rather fraught night I woke wondering if six inches of bed space was so much to ask for. I set yet another COVID test going… and it was positive. How appropriate for April Fool’s Day.
I then looked up the regulations for what I have to do… and found that the official government advice for whatever it is that I am supposed to do changed today so I read that and read the instructions issued by work, and booked a PCR test (because I could), and then carried on looking at the rest of the Internet (as I do).
The admins of the “Lego Instructions: Share or Sell” Facebook page had deleted the rather immoral event which someone had created for followers of that page (which was a result for decency everywhere). It was only a shame that I’d actually reported the blatant pornography two days ago and it had taken them that long to respond.
And then my piss boiled. Kent County Council are having a public consultation about whether or not they should enforce long-established traffic laws, rules and regulations. Seriously? If the law says you don’t drive in a bus lane, then you don’t drive in a bus lane. End of!! You don’t ask the masses if they mind if the law is enforced. And my piss absolutely vaporised when I filled in the “equality and diversity” questionnaire. How on Earth does the colour of my skin, my sexual preferences, or whether I see myself as male, female or hatstand have any bearing on my ability to follow the law of the land?
Despite the snow I took Pogo and Treacle out for a walk. We got to the park, but the rain and sleet made for a bitterly cold walk, and on finding pretty much all of our usual route blocked by the council’s gardening people we abandoned our walk and came home.
The dogs settled pretty much right away, and I set off to Tunbridge Wells for a PCR COVID test. As I drove the weather went from glorious sunshine to heavy snow and back (several times) via hail, sleet and torrential rain, and the temperature (as measured by my car’s thermometer) varied from two to eleven degrees depending on what the weather was doing.
I got to Tunbridge Wells where I swabbed myself (yuk!) and was back on my way home in less than ten minutes.
Being at something of a loose end I put “Four In A Bed” on telly and watched in absolute amazement as some woman was incredibly critical of everyone else’s cleanliness when she herself ran a camping site which seemingly hadn’t ever been cleaned. How can you lambast someone for their toilet being only marginally less than one hundred per cent perfection when you yourself only offer one bucket (between six people) to crap in?
I then read my Kindle for a bit… and got rather wrapped up the worlds of Arthur C Clarke. The hours literally flew past. Again forgetting diets, “er indoors TM” got fish and chips. Very nice.
She’s now packing for holiday. Having spent some time looking for loopholes in the rules, there aren’t any. The rules say she can go away on holiday and I can’t.
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