I woke feeling rather grim this morning, but cracked on with the
day in the hope that I might perk up a little. Leaving “er indoors TM” and the dogs snoring I went
downstairs, had a shave and scoffed toast as I watched telly. "Alice in
Borderland" is now getting a bit silly. Given that you are part of a
gang of six (all of whom have rather lethal guns) and you are facing one
evil baddie, what do you do? Shoot him from a safe distance, then once he’s down
shoot him between the eyes at close range? That's what I'd do. But our
half-dozen heroes all charged the evil baddie, dropped their weapons and took
it in turns to have a fist fight with him. And all acted surprised when they
all lost. And then despite all of the gang of six getting multiple stabbings
and gunshots to the gut and the head, all of them survived to do it all again
in the next episode.
I got dressed. As I got dressed I was a tad miffed to find that “er indoors TM” and the dogs had all stopped
snoring. It's a shame they can't do their snoring once I've gone to work rather
than when I'm trying to get a bit of kip...
I walked seemingly miles to find my car. When I
came home last night there were no parking spaces to be had. This morning I
walked past a dozen.
I drove up the motorway
(Maidstone again today) through miles of coned-off-only-two-lanes
with not a single road work actually being done. As I drove the pundits on the
radio were talking about how a hospital in Gaza has been bombed. Both sides
blamed the other; the Arab leaders have all refused to meet with the American
President in protest, things go from bad to worse… and the poor people on the
streets remain shat upon. Sadly in that part of the world, twas ever thus and
probably ever will be. Even though it doesn’t have to be.
Meanwhile it was announced
that Oxford university will be the international headquarters for the “Breakthrough
Listen Initiative”; an astronomical programme searching for “technosignatures”
- of past or present technology that would signal the presence of life in other
parts of the universe. After ten minutes of the interviewers having no
embarrassment of their ignorance, the chap being interviewed was quite open
that they hadn’t found any aliens to the total surprise of the interviewer. His
“Dur!” at the rather simplistic interviewer was quite apparent in his
tone.
Needing petrol I
stopped off at the Sainsbury’s petrol station in Aylesford. The staff on the
till were quite openly talking about the attitude of the staff in the main supermarket.
I’ve blogged about how rude they are before (many times); this morning
the people in the petrol station were egging customers on to make formal
complaints and telling everyone the name of the old harridan to mention in the
formal complaints.
That store must be a
delightful place in which to work…
I got to work. Today
was a rather good day in that it rained, and when it rains a puddle forms on the
flat roof outside our window and the goldfinches come for a bath in it. I have
seen more goldfinches before, but they are fun to watch.
Mind you the same rain
made getting home something of a nightmare…
I felt grim when I got up… I still feel grim
now…
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