Finding myself wide awake far too early I gave
up trying to sleep, made brekkie and watched the last episode of “Foundation”
on Apple TV. Now I’ve seen it all (so far…) I’m still not sure what to
make of it. The show is based on a series of short stories that Isaac Asimov
wrote about seventy years ago. The stories follow the collapse of an empire and
the growth of its successor over hundreds of years. The stories were rather
good. The TV show sort-of takes some of these stories and sort-of uses them in
a rather disjointed sort of way. Watching the TV show I spent an inordinate
amount of time thinking “that’s not supposed to happen” or “those
characters lived a hundred years apart”. I also spent far too long
concerned that a colony living in prefabricated huts was still living in those
same huts a hundred years later when the writers would have us believe they
were well on the way to empire themselves. But my biggest gripe with the show
was that I had a vague idea what was going on because I’d read the books.
Anyone who’d not read them (or had forgotten them) would have been all
at sea. Just like what happened when the “Harry Potter” books were made
into films.
Now that’s watched I
wonder what will be occupying me in the early morning tomorrow?
I had a little look at
the Internet as I do most mornings. It was still there. This morning there was
quite a lot of talk about how more animated episodes of “Doctor Who” are
to be made from the original audio footage. I’ve got some of these myself; they
are rather good. There were also quite a few photos of people who’ve been out
picking pumpkins. At first I thought it odd that people would be doing that
mid-week, but (apparently) all the schools are on half-term this week?
I’ve rather got out of touch with that sort of thing.
I sent out birthday
wishes to the one friend who is having a birthday today, then got ready for
work.
Having swapped out of
doing last night's night shift, as I set off to work I found myself wishing I'd
done that night shift. If I had, I wouldn't have been driving through a dark
wet miserable morning to work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were banging
on about how many amateur rugby games are being cancelled at the moment because
clubs can't get enough
members
to field a team to play the games. And
professional rugby teams are concerned that with amateur teams struggling, they
too will struggle to get players coming through the system, and rugby fans are
worried for the future of their passion. But (so it would seem) not
worried enough to go scrum down themselves. For myself I can't see the
attraction of watching sport. For me sport is done, not watched. But look at
the popularity of it - entire TV channels devoted to the stuff. I would seem to
be in the minority on this one... Mind you, I wouldn't mind playing a game of
rugby; I'm certainly up for it, if not up to it.
And there was loads of
talk on the radio about the ongoing conflict in Gaza... specifically talk about
the talk about the situation in Gaza. Both Sir Kier Starmer and the Secretary General of
the United Nations
would seem to have either said too much or not said enough and have caused all
sorts of upset and offence. Isn't it frankly amazing that what someone or other
has to say about the news is considered to be more interesting than the news
itself?
Work was dull. At tea break I had a message; “er indoors TM” has taken to putting out
sunflower seeds on the lock-ups outside the kitchen window at home so she can
watch the birds as she works, This morning a squirrel came down for some
elevensies. And three dogs who (without fail) go ballistic about
squirrels in the woods apparently slept through the entire squirrine visit.
I came home where “er indoors TM” boiled up a
very good bit of dinner whilst the washing machine sorted out the undercrackers,
and I had a look at the monthly accounts. Not too shabby really… they would be
a whole lot better if I didn’t keep squandering good money on crap which I neither
need nor want.
I wonder how they will hold up to retirement?
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