I had something of a
lie-in this morning being woken by “er indoors TM”’s alarm at
seven o’clock. I made toast and had a look at the Internet. Five friends had
birthday today, and all five got sent the birthday video.
I
then took the dogs out in the car. As we drove to Orlestone the pundits on the
radio were interviewing some Russian official or other who was screaming and
ranting. Apparently President Putin has threatened to use nukes in his ongoing
Ukrainian war. This morning it wasn’t clear whether he was going to drop the
nukes on Ukraine or those supporting Ukraine (i.e. London).
I’ve
said before that the whole Ukrainian war was akin to how I (and others)
used to egg on the weediest kid in the class to have a fight with the school
bully by offering to hold their coat; bullies are far easier hit by someone
else.
This
whole Ukrainian thing is getting out of hand. It was interesting to listen to
the chap being interviewed; what he was saying (ranting) was utterly at
odds with the news we hear in the UK. I expect there is a little bit of
propaganda and bias on both sides. I wonder what the truth of the matter is?
We
got to the woods and I set off on our walk with something of a sense of dread.
Morgan had been terrible yesterday. He ran off chasing the voices in his head
several times; finally being captured on the road.
I
caught him before he could spring from the car this morning, and he stayed on
the lead until we were safely away from the car park. We took a rather
different route round the woods today exploring new areas and making a point of
not going anywhere near the roads. Perhaps it was the new route, or perhaps
yesterday had just been a bad day, but for all that the dogs did run about like
mad things they stayed within earshot (if not sight) the whole time.
As well as hearing the
dogs I could also hear something else crashing about in the woods. As we walked
back to the car park we met another dog walker who said she’d seen a herd of
fourteen deer running through the woods.
With walk walked I
spent a few minutes poring over Google Maps. “er indoors TM”
drives past the motorway junction on her way to work and had told me it took
her over an hour to get there this morning as the Cows Roundabout was being dug
up. And getting to the motorway via the other junction would mean going through
three miles of road works.
I've been saying for a
long time that the presence of any road works should preclude any other road
works within a five mile radius, and all available gangs should get cracking on
the existing road works (regardless of which company they work for). Sadly
there is a growth industry in starting road works but not actually getting on
with them... for example coast bound on the M20 between junctions eight and
nine which has had over ten miles of the fast lane coned off for weeks despite
no work going on there at all.
I
set off for work… and completely forgot about the road works and ended up
driving through them. At the Cows Roundabout were two blokes working. One
sweeping, one in a small digger.
I
then went up the M20. No one was working on the coast bound bit, but I counted
twenty workmen standing at intervals up the contraflow bit. None doing
anything, all just standing there.
Pausing
only briefly to pop into Sainsburys I got to work… and as is always the case on
the late shift, pretty much everything of note today was done by mid day…
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