The puppies are really
getting the hang of the early morning tiddle. Later in the day things can be a
tad hit-and-miss (figuratively and literally), but first thing in the
morning is when they've got it nailed.
They
went off to bother “er indoors TM”; I loaded the dishwasher
with all the stuff I'd left laying about over the last day or so, then made
toast. I watched half an episode of "Stranger Things" then set
off to work.
As
I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about the poor people of the
Shetland Islands who have lost power because of the snows. There was an
interview with one of the local councillors who was talking about how the
average Shetland Islanders are prepared for this sort of thing, and about how over
a hundred engineers have just arrived on the islands to sort out the problems.
Personally I can't help but think that if you live in the back of beyond then
you really should be prepared to be cut off from civilisation at the drop of a
hat (or the drop of several feet of snow), and I can't help but wonder
who (if anyone) is subsidising the one hundred and more engineers who
have just turned up there.
There
was also a lot of talk about inflation and whether or not it is fair to expect
public sector workers to accept a piss-poor pay rise... interestingly taking a
diametrically opposed line to the one they took yesterday morning when talking
about the train strikes.
Interestingly
no one wanted to give more than passing mention to yesterday's announcement
about a nuclear
fusion reaction which for the first time ever generated more energy than
had been put into it. Something with massive ramifications for the entire
future of humanity was treated as a bit of a joke whilst trivia which will be
forgotten tomorrow was blown out of all proportion.
A
classic example of this then followed when there was a ten-minute diatribe about which team the UK population
should be cheering on in tonight’s football match between France and Morocco
based on which team had beaten the UK team most recently and most often, and
which team was most likely to win.
Work
was work. I did my bit teaching a trainee the mysteries of the microscopic
world today. I quite enjoyed it. And with work worked I popped to Sainsbury’s
to get some fizz for Chrimbo. There was a minor episode at the till when I paid
for my own shopping myself rather than letting some ill-behaved brat do it for
me. Perhaps I was being over-cautious, but the rather iffy-looking parent
didn’t look above doing a runner with said brat had I let it brandish my card
at the machine.
I
came home down what passes for a motorway these days. According to the news “Operation Brock” was re-instigated
today. In reality “Operation Brock”
has never gone away. All that happened today was that the traffic was
diverted down the contraflow bit of the M20 rather than the coned off section
of the eastbound carriageway.
Lugging the shopping
into the house took some doing. Sixteen litres of fizz is heavy stuff. I told
the world about today’s instalment of my Lego Advent Calendar and then “er
indoors TM” boiled up some dinner. Hunter’s chicken and a bottle
of hock… not too shabby at all.
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