Once I'd done the usual
morning nonsense and the dogs were all settled, I too settled. I sat down in
front of the telly and watched the first episode of "Physical: 100"
I
rather thought it would be like "Squid Game", but it
wasn't. It's a Korean reality TV program
in which it is claimed that a hundred people of all races, creeds and colours
compete in contests of strength, agility, and strategy until only one is left;
that one winning two hundred thousand quid. However the reality of it was that
there are ninety musclebound blokes all openly leering at ten women in
leotards. Ninety-seven of these people are Korean, two are American and one is
German. But the non-Koreans have all said (quite categorically) that
they identify as Korean.
The
first episode featured all one hundred competitors blathering platitudes (which
lost a lot in translation) and then they all hung from a bar until they all
eventually fell into a pond. Some sooner than others.
It
has to be said it was rather tedious; even with fast-forwarding through the
drivel ("the drivel" being most of the show) it was half an
hour of my life I'm not going to get back. I’ve deleted it from my “Continue
Watching” list, and that is something I rarely do.
I
got dressed, made a point of picking up the sandwich I made yesterday and then
walked miles to where I'd parked the car
last night. It didn't take *that* long to scrape the ice from the windscreen,
and once I'd avoided being deliberately run off the road by the HGVs coming up
the motorway I listened to the radio.
There
was a lot of talk about the earthquake in
Turkey and about the major international aid effort that is happening. There
was also a lot of talk about the effects of the same earthquake in Syria and
about the lack of an international aid effort. Whilst you have to have pity for
the Syrian victims of this tragedy, I suppose that if you have a regime
supporting those actively conspiring against much of the rest of the world, the
rest of the world is going to tell you to piss off when you realise that you
actually need them. Which is why so many people flee from the area hoping to
settle in somewhere that isn't still operating with a dark ages mentality.
I
got to work despite the fog. The fog was odd; my journey alternated between
thick patches of the stuff with visibility of maybe a couple of dozen yards,
then being perfectly clear again. I got to work where the chap who'd done the
night shift was glad to see me. I'd arrived early as I like to let the person
who's been on all night get away promptly.
When
no one was looking I chased up the probate people to check they'd got the email
I'd sent yesterday. Was I being impatient? The automated reply I received
yesterday said that if they wanted any more information then they would let me
know. But the automated email they'd sent me in November had said the same
thing... even though (as I discovered yesterday) they *did* want
more information and had no intention of asking me for it.
After
a lot less farting about than I had to fart yesterday I was assured they've got
all that they need from me, and that because we've been waiting for more than
sixteen weeks they are going to "escalate our case" and we
should get probate in three weeks' time.
I
bet we don't...
Being
on an early meant I was out before the shops closed today. My work shoes have
become incredibly painful recently; the insides of the soles have collapsed, so
I went to Cotswold Outdoors at the Notcutts Garden Centre to get some more. The
nice lady there was incredibly helpful, and when I came to pay she asked if
there was any way she could give me a discount. I told her where I worked, and
she knocked fifteen quid off of the price of the shoes. Result.
I
then drove down to Hythe where I deployed sixteen briefcase Munzees and opened
a Qrate (obtaining a Sloth Cubimal!) before meeting Jose and going on to
Lego club. We had a good hour building things. Lego club has improved since I
was last there; the brats who (quite literally) did nothing but run in circles
screaming have been given the heave-ho. Mind you attendance was down somewhat.
Perhaps
we need to have a big push to get more people along?
I
see this evening I have one less Facebook friend than I had this morning.
Someone has decided to de-friend me… and in doing so has automatically become my
Facebook enemy (I don’t make the rules…)
And it is now two days
since any young ladies of dubious morals have been in touch…
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