I
have a vague recollection of “er indoors TM” shouting at
Treacle in the small hours because Treacle was whinging. I wonder what that was
all about? Presumably they sorted their contretemps?
I
got up a few hours later, and once I'd done the puppies' tiddle routine I had
my shave and found myself glaring at the new taps. I didn't like them, and I
don't like them. They are perfectly serviceable, but they are new. And I don't
do change very well.
I
watched an episode of "Better Than Us", then set off to work
on another cold morning.
As
I drove most of the talk on the radio was about the complete balls-up that the
new Chancellor of the Exchequer has made of the economy. He's only done one
thing, and apparently that cost the Bank of England over fifty billion quid.
That's quite something, isn't it? I think most of us would be proud of that (!)
I
found myself looking the Chancellor up on the Internet.
Apparently he was once a financial analyst and went from a newbie MP to
Chancellor of the Exchequer in twelve years. The chap was filmed laughing and
pulling all
sorts of strange expressions at the Queen's funeral, and there's now
calls for him and the Prime Minister to go even though they've only been in
place for a few weeks.
This
is our third consecutive disaster of a Prime Minister… It speaks volumes about
the leadership of our country that it has gone seriously downhill… downhill
from someone who allegedly had
sex with a dead pig (!)
I
got into work and treated myself with the cooked breakfast. It was rather good.
I did spend the day with something of a dodgy stomach, but nowhere near as
dodgy as yesterday's, so that was a result.
Today
I spread my lunch break out in bits through the day so as I could carry on
sorting probate and pension wind-downs and all sorts of assorted paperwork
tasks. As I phoned (seemingly) the ten thousandth office of which I had
hitherto been blissfully unaware it struck me that I really should think about
getting my own affairs in order.
My
plan is that I will croak before “er indoors TM” and then she
can divvy out the Lego, but you never quite know what might happen. I'm not
entirely sure I can trust the fruits of my loin to sort it all out without
squabbling…
Today
was a tad dull, really…
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