I
wasn't aching quite so much when I woke up this morning, but my left knee was
still giving me gyp. It does that.
I watched another episode of "Shameless" which had
far too many chests being brandished than was good for anyone's blood pressure,
then set off for work. As I drove I saw what looked just like “er indoors TM”'s old bike. We'd arranged to
have it collected for disposal by the council as it was poggered beyond
redemption, but when we put it out a passing normal person asked if he could
have it. We said he was welcome to it, but we pointed out where and how the
thing was knacked. Two days ago I said " He might fix it. He might get
hours of entertainment trying to fix it. He might just chuck it in the river".
It looks like he just dropped it on his way home. I would have picked the thing
up but there was nowhere to stop the car safely, and even if there had been I
wouldn't have got it into my car.
As
I drove up to the traffic lights by Matalan I had to swerve to avoid being run
off the road by a rather lurid green car. Perhaps the driver didn't see me?
Perhaps he had an urgent need to get somewhere in a hurry? Perhaps I'm doing
him a disservice but he certainly looked as though he was in a race with a blue
Honda Civic.
I
drove up the motorway listening to the pundits on the radio. There is an old
proverb (from a hundred and fifty years ago) about power corrupting people. It would seem to be
true. That idiot Donald Trump has been indicted and is going to court next
week. Despite
being caught red-handed with thousands of documents marked "classified"
and "top secret" in his house, he is adamant that he has done
no wrong.
And
that other idiot Boris Johnson has a couple of weeks to respond to the findings of an MP-led
investigation into whether he misled parliament over Partygate (hint - he
did). He too is proclaiming his innocence.
And
only the other day I mentioned the Ukrainian president Volodymyr Zelenskyy demanding more and more
foreign aid as though it is his right.
The
trouble with a democracy is that it elects leaders who quickly forget they are
leading a democracy, and not commanding a dictatorship.
I
got to work, and during a lull in proceedings I finally got round to doing
something I'd been meaning to do for a little while. Regular readers of this
drivel may recall the problems I had trying to get to see a
doctor when I was under the weather a few weeks ago.
Bearing
in mind that I'd found that the surgery was crap (with a capital turd) I
applied to be taken on at another GP surgery. They said "yes"
within twenty minutes of me asking.
With work done I came home via the builder’s yard in Cobbs Wood. I
got a bag of shingle for less than half the price the garden centre wants for
the stuff. I bunged in in place, the I went with “er indoors TM” and the
dogs to Ham Street woods as “er indoors TM” had
geo-maintenance to do.
We had a good walk; Treacle was running about like a thing
possessed, which is quite unlike her.
As we drove home I noticed that “er indoors TM”’s old bike
was no longer laying outside the dentist. I wonder where it’s gone? But as I
said a couple of days ago “that bike is now somebody else’s problem”.
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