Isn’t the Internet wonderful…
“Darcie Waa Waa TM”
is asleep; “Stormageddon – Bringer of
Destruction TM” is doing crochet with his grandmother. Pogo
hasn’t screamed for at least fifteen minutes. I’m rather exhausted with it all…
I thought it rather strange how there is clearly a fascination
with national politics whilst locally there is utter apathy.
“er indoors TM” came home from a day
in the office and the dogs all got rather over-excited to see her. She boiled
up a rather good bit of scran which we devoured whilst watching more “Lego
Masters: USA”. There’s a new series of “Bake Off” going on to the
Sky-Q box, but we’ll get Lego watched before we start on that…
I had a shower, then went to bed for the afternoon. I slept
for nearly four hours, which was rather good.
And there was an interview with the leader of the Dribbling
Democraps who said an awful lot without actually saying anything at all.
“er indoors TM” was off out with her
mates this morning leaving me with the dogs. As she went out and closed the
front door so all three turned to me and looked at me with a rather
disappointed air. “Oh, the spare human’s in charge now?”. I did their
brekkie and they all went straight back to sleep. I did my brekkie and had a
little look at the Internet.
By the early evening I’d perked up a bit, so we settled the
dogs and drove out to Badlesmere where there was a geo-meet going on. It was
good to catch up with friends I see oh-so rarely.
We got to the woods and had a walk… not one of the better
ones with impeccable behavior, and not one of the worse ones either. Rather
average really. As we walked we met a nice lady with two small dogs who played
with the puppies. The nice lady said she doesn’t come to Kings Wood very often
and asked if she was on the right path to get to White Hill. She was. I told
her that if she stayed on the path for a mile and a half it would take her
straight to the lower car park. Her face fell. “A mile and a half?” she
asked. I checked my watch which had been recording the route. When I confirmed
the distance she didn’t actually cry, but it wasn’t far off.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about how
the Prime Minister is looking to ease up on some of
the green legislation he had planned.
The trouble here is that the planning for electric cars is
all arse-about-face. As a nation we need the infrastructure to charge electric
cars in place *before* everyone is forced to get one. There's no point
in people getting a leccie car if you can't charge it anywhere (like I can't).
I got to work and did my thing. I phoned my dentist to see
if I could get an appointment for my aching fang; I couldn't.
As I say I don’t know anything about this bloke other than
what I heard this morning (and later read up on) but as is the case with
all these “evil celebrities”, years pass before anyone says anything.
I was tempted to leave the rubbish in the car for a day or
two, but I really needed to empty it out so I braved the elements. I got to the
tip and told the nice tip man I had some plaster to shift. He explained I had
to pay; I said I knew. So I lugged my bags through the rain past the barriers
into the exclusive pay-per-bag area where I had to empty each bag into the
skip. Or try to. There was another chap also emptying bags of hardcore. Or
trying to. His wife was with him; a quarrelsome old harridan who was keeping up
a constant tirade of criticism. The old bat was standing there in the rain
(getting in everyone's way) finding fault with every single thing her husband
was trying to do. I asked her to excuse me so I could get to the skip; she kept
haranguing her husband. I again asked her (a little louder) to move ..
She looked at me, and turned back to nagging her husband. After the fourth time
that I asked her to move, the nice tip man told the old bat to either help
empty the bags of hardcore or get out of everyone's way. She was not all happy
about being spoken to in this way, but the nice tip man was adamant; she could
either help or get out of the way. As the old bat shuffled away muttering to
herself, her henpecked husband quietly thanked the nice tip man.