I couldn't get warm
when I went to bed last night. I eventually nodded off but Treacle came to bed
with “er indoors TM” at quarter
past midnight. In making herself comfortable, Treacle pulled all the blankets
off of me. I lay awake for much of the rest of the night. To add insult to
injury, once I'd tiddled the puppies “er indoors TM” was snoring quite impressively when I dumped
the puppies on her.
I
sparked up the telly with a view to be watching an episode of "Stranger
Things" but found myself wrapped up with one of these ten-minute
adverts that run on early morning telly. Somme rather foxy young lady (in a
very tight leotard) was telling the world that "sitting is the new
smoking" and that rather than
just "being sedentary" people should be "sitting
actively". In order to "sit actively" she advocated
some treadmill-thingy that you peddled whilst you sat. It looked interesting; I was actually sold on
the thing (and her tight leotard!). I was actually toying with the idea
of getting one (the treadmill-thingy, not the tight leotard!) until she
told us the price. Two hundred and fifty quid!! I had been prepared to splash out
twenty quid on it...
As
I drove to work the pundits on the radio were gabbling non-stop about how the
leading English footballer Raheem Sterling had flown home from the ongoing
football world cup. As I drove the story was that his fiancé and children had
been held at gun-point by armed robbers. But three hours later the story was that no one had been
home at the time of the break-in and no violence had been used.
I
find myself wondering just how much of the morning news is “news” and
how much is “made up bollox”.
And
on seeing how well they are doing in the opinion polls, that idiot Sir Kier Starmer
has decided it is time to make the Labour Party
unelectable
(yet again)
I
got to work and bided my time until eleven o’clock when I put on a tie. I had
an interview for the newly-created position of departmental training lead. On
the one hand I’m very content doing what I’m doing. On the other hand I’ve had
everyone from the boss’s boss’s boss to the lowliest trainee all telling me I
should apply for it.
The
interview went as well as any interview went, but it isn’t how well I did, is
it? It is how well the other candidates did. But I’ve been thinking about this
job for the last month or so. Do I want it? In all honesty I’m not keen for
several reasons. I’d do less nights and weekends (and consequently have less
time in the woods with the dogs). And I’d have to do that awful drive to
Pembury more often. And I’d have to be sensible again as it is a management position.
It would be a lot more hard work for (pretty much) the same money. And I’m
actually quite content doing what I’m currently doing.
Mind
you, no one’s offered me the job yet. Let’s not put the cart before the horse.
I’d
booked the afternoon as leave. I came home and found my new trousers (that I’d
ordered from Amazon) thrown against the front door. The Amazon driver has
reported on-line that he’d handed them to the resident. He hadn’t…
Once
I’d changed out of my suit I walked the dogs round the block. Morgan growled at
other dogs as they passed by on the other side of the road. I wish he wouldn’t
do that.
I
watched an episode of “Stranger Things” as I did some ironing. Ironing
is dull. And with ironing ironed I slept through an episode of ”Ancient
Aliens” in which ancient aliens had hidden black holes on the sea bed for
no explicable reason.
“er
indoors TM” went bowling (as she does) and I sat with sleeping
dogs and watched a film on Netflix “Strangeways
Here We Come” was odd in the extreme… I quite liked it…
I
wonder if I’ve got that job… I wonder if I want it?
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