I woke in a panic at half past two this morning following a
nightmare in which I'd been implicated in a plot to assassinate the Prime
Minister. It had all been a horrible mistake stemming from “My Boy TM”'s plan to
kick Boris Johnson up the arse whilst shouting "Take that, you smarmy
f...er!", but somehow it all went wrong, the kick was a tad too
vigorous (and went up the wrong arse) and suddenly we had a dead PM on
our hands (or foot, to be precise).
I didn't get back to sleep after that; the dogs were taking
up far too much bed space for three small dogs, and each was radiating slightly
more heat that the summer sun.
I got up shortly after five o'clock, made toast and watched
another episode of "Shameless". Thinking that there can't be
many more episodes of that left for me to watch, I had
a look on-line.
I've got twenty-six more to go.
And with telly watched I had a look at Facebook as I do.
Yesterday it had been quiet, today there was something of a fight happening on
a page devoted to strange things found on Google Street View. Some (rather
thick) woman had looked up the place at zero degrees north (or south)
and zero degrees east (or west) and was rather surprised to find it was
in the Atlantic Ocean. Thinking this location had been chosen as the starting
point for longitude and latitude she asked "What idiot chose this
random place?". But sadly in doing so she gave a classic demonstration
of the old adage "it is better to remain silent and be though a fool
than to open your mouth and remove all possible doubt".
People weren't being kind to her.
Having had a couple of rostered days off, it was back to
work for me today. As I drove up the dual carriageway which is the M20, I
listened to the radio (as I do). It would seem that there is quite a bit
of consternation in Russia in that criminals
can volunteer for service in the army in the ongoing war in Ukraine, and
after a few months then be released from both the army and their prison
sentence. And so are free to go and make miseries of the lives of decent people
who had been glad to see them being locked up.
And there was talk of the armada
of small boats bringing illegal immigrants across the channel from France. (Note
that these people are "illegal immigrants" and NOT
"refugees"; they stopped being "refugees" the moment they
set foot in mainland Europe and became safe). It was alleged that the
French authorities aren't keen to chase after the small boats once they've left
France for the UK.
DUR!!!
Of course they ain't. Once they've left France, the French
are rid of a problem, aren't they? Why did the French put the immigrant
facilities at Calais on the north coast (from where you can see the UK)
rather than on the south coast at Marseilles?
I got to work for the early shift and had a fairly good day
but was still glad to come home. I took the dogs to Orlestone Woods where we
had a very good walk. We went on a rather long walk (for Orlestone Woods)
but despite walking for over an hour only saw two other dog walkers, and both
of those withing a minute’s walk of the car park.
We did “boot dogs”; we came home. “er indoors TM”
boiled up a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching more “Lego
Masters: New Zealand”.
I do like that show… if “Lego Masters: UK” returns I
wonder if I could sort out a team mate…
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