At
the weekend I spent a few hours building a planter box for the garden. And four
days later I woke up still aching and still in some pain. Is this normal? I
know I'm not as young as I used to be, but am I really that decrepit? Bearing
in mind that my Samsung health app says I'm walking more than eighty per cent
of other people my age, perhaps I am? But the dogs want their walks, and if I
was really overdoing it, I wouldn't be quite so fat... would I?
I
made toast and watched an episode of "Shameless" in which our
heroes did the dirty deed with their pants still on. I don't want to see "nasties
in action" but undercrackers need to be removed for realism, if
nothing else.
I
got dressed and set off. As I left the house I saw that overnight someone had
nicked the carpet washer that we'd left out last night for the bin men. Perhaps
someone might be able to fix it? I couldn't.
I
found where I'd left the car and set off to work. There was a lot of Whinging
on the radio this morning. The Ukrainian
President was talking about the attack on the dam in Ukraine and was complaining
that aid from the western countries wasn't coming fast enough. That bloke don't
want much, does he? Not content with the western nations financing his war, he
now wants us all to pay for the damage caused by fighting that war. And to hand
over the money a sight faster too.
And
Prince Harry was in the news again. This time over his appearances in
court.
Having been seeking publicity, he's now got the arse because he's got it. Does
he want the spotlight or no? This morning it was claimed that what he is now
saying is at odds with various records. I'm sorry, but Prince Harry has pissed
on his chips, hasn't he. He could have been on the gravy train for life. Smile at the proles, open a few hospitals and
supermarkets... he could have had such an easy life.
As
I got closer to work the car's tyre pressure warning went off. The back left
one. Again. That had gone off on Monday, and I'd pumped the tyre up. And it
went off yesterday when I arrived at “Daddy’s Little Angel TM”'s
place yesterday and I’d pumped it up again.
Obviously
there was a problem, so I phoned the tyre places in Maidstone (as I didn't
fancy driving about with an iffy tyre). ATS said they could fix it next
Wednesday. The closest branch of Kwik-Fit weren't answering the phone and the
next closest (who were really good the last time I went to
them)
said they were short-handed and they could do it if I was happy to wait longer
than usual.
The
boss recommended a place that I'd never heard
of just down the road from work. They said they could do me when I finished
work.
Having
a quiet afternoon I slipped out a few (ten) minutes early and drove to
the Maidstone branch of Formula One Autocentre. I parked up, went in and was
immediately greeted by a very friendly and helpful chap. He took the car key
and told me to take a seat in the waiting room. Within minutes I was told the
problem – there was a nail the size of a javelin through the tyre. There was
too much damage to repair – the tyre had to be replaced. And sadly they’d not
got any of the cheaper tyres in. Did I want to go somewhere else for a cheaper
tyre? To be honest I couldn’t be bothered farting around (with a nail
through the tyre) trying to save a few pennies. I’d already phoned three
other places to no avail.
They
replaced the tyre and I was on my way in less than twenty minutes after puling
up.
I
was about an hour later home than usual when on an early shift. I got home
about the time we would usually be returning from our walk… at about the time
when “er indoors TM” was finishing for the day. She came to
the woods with me and the dogs.
You
can’t beat a walk round the woods.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a very good
bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching a couple of episodes of “Richard
Osman’s House of Games”. It’s a really good show, but could benefit from
two changes.
Firstly there should be some sort of introduction of the contestants
on the show – actors, soap stars, comedians, sports personalities… Who are
these people? I’ve never heard of most of them.
Secondly those taking part on the show should have some
sort of test before the program is filmed to check they aren’t entirely stupid;
it’s not fair to publicly humiliate some of the thicker contestants (on
national TV) who don’t get a single answer right.
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