I woke in a cold sweat this morning after a nightmare in
which I’d been appointed Member of Parliament for Hastings with the manifesto
promise of “You’ve had the sugar, here comes the sh*t”.
I did the puppies, and with them snuggling into the big bed
before “er indoors TM” woke, I spent an age trying (unsuccessfully)
to find my sandwich box. I eventually gave up, made toast and scoffed it whilst
watching another episode of “Downton Abbey”. In today’s installment Lady
Emily took her prospective paramour to church whilst Lady Mary porked the
Turkish attaché to death. Quite literally. This caused quite a lot of
consternation; what does one do with the corpse of a Turkish attaché who has
been porked to death?
Once I’d scraped the
ice from the car I set off to work. As I drove, the pundits on the radio were
talking about how courts are stopping the power companies putting those who
can’t afford leccie and gas onto pre-payment meters. So rather than
shivering in the dark, those who can’t afford leccie and gas are to be allowed
to run up debts they can’t repay?
The
obvious answer is to seriously review how leccie and gas are delivered to the
public. I don’t have any answers, but I’ll make the observation that now that
the government have put a cap on how much they will pay for Russian oil, Russia
has put a cap on how much oil it will supply.
Not
having been able to find my sandwich box earlier, I took this as God’s way of
telling me to get a sarnie from Sainsbury’s. So I did. And a croissant for
second brekkie too.
There
was a minor hiccup when I came to pay though. The self-service machine froze
up. I smiled hopefully at the three members of staff standing nearby gossiping,
but it took an age before one of them took the hint and did the job for which
they are employed. Unfortunately I had the bad tempered old harridan with whom
I’ve had previous run-ins. As we both stood staring at the broken self-service
machine I made the observation (in a spirit of helpfulness) that had she
been working at the proper tills, then we wouldn’t have been staring at a
broken machine.
That
really cheered her up…
Work
was work… a rather good day today. I spent the day teaching one of the trainees
the wonders of microscopy. Viral conditions, iron deficiency… all good stuff.
Once home I scoffed the last of yesterday’s leftover KFC whilst “er indoors TM”
boiled up dinner. She boils up a good dinner. We then scoffed dinner whist
watching more “Junior Bake Off” in which the children cooed up bread
which was far better than anything I could ever do.
I think the leftover KFC might have been a mistake…
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