I
woke feeling full of beans and raring to go... at three o'clock. I lay wide
awake for a couple of hours then got up, tiddled the puppies (in the garden
and not on the sofa this time) and made sarnies for later and toast for
brekkie. As I scoffed it I started a new series on Netflix. "Better Than Us"
is a Netflix-made show (translated from the original Russian!) about a
killer robot going on the rampage having had someone trying to "do the
dirty deed" at, on or with it.
It's
an old story in sci-fi, but so far the show is entertaining enough.
Trying
not to wake anyone I set off for work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were
talking about the ongoing situation in Ukraine. It would seem that the
spiralling inflation that is putting my bills up is putting up bills all over
Europe. The consensus of opinion is that (omitting tediously long
explanation) it is in no small part due to the Russian reaction to the
Western world's applying economic sanctions to them (over their involvement
in the Ukrainian war). There's upcoming elections in Italy, and dropping
sanctions against Russia and having nothing to do with the Ukrainians is seeming
to be something of a
vote-winner.
Is
this a sensible policy, or a case of "sod you, I'm all right"
? I don't really know.
And
there was talk about the queue to see the Queen's coffin which (according
to the morning's news) grew by half a mile between the time I left home
and the time I got to work... where I realised that I'd left my sarnies at
home.
I
went to the works branch of M&S and got some lunch there. They don't give
the stuff away. Perhaps if the UK weren't overtly financing the Ukrainians in
their fight against the Russians my dinner might have been cheaper?
Work was work, and with
done I took the hounds to the woods for a walk. We went round our usual route
without meeting anyone and came home where er indoors TM” boiled
up a good bit of dinner.
All went swimmingly
until we put “Dogs
Behaving Very Badly” on the telly when Bailey went absolutely mental…
That three o’clock start is taking its toll…
That three o’clock start is taking its toll…
No comments:
Post a Comment