I woke feeling full of energy and raring to go only to find it was
twenty past two. I then dozed on and off not getting more than ten minutes
continuous sleep for the rest of the night. I gave up, got up, made toast and
watched something Matt had recommended to me. "Silo"
isn't a new concept. A gaggle of people find themselves in an underground
bunker; terrified of what might be outside. Eventually someone wants to go have
a look. The first episode seemed watchable.
Taking care not to wake anyone I set off through a damp morning to
find my car. Eventually I found it two streets away. I had a quick Munzee
session round the town centre, then set off up the motorway to work. As I drove
the pundits on the radio were talking about the violence
in central London at the cenotaph on Saturday. It was claimed that the (ex)
Home Secretary egged on the far right wing groups responsible. Did she?
Possibly. She's got the sack for it anyway, and it the ensuing cabinet
reshuffle ex
Prime Minister David Cameron has returned to the front bench as Foreign
Secretary. He was one of the better Prime Ministers of recent years; mind you
it has to be said he hasn't had much competition. To be honest I thought he'd
jacked politics in after the Brexit debacle. It turns out I was right. He had.
He's not a Member of Parliament at all; he's been given a life peerage so's he
can return to government.
To my mind this opens a can of worms. Aren't there any Members of
Parliament who can do the job? Not one out of over three hundred Conservative
MPs? This is setting something of a precedent isn't it - appointing someone to
do a job because all the elected candidates aren't up to it?
Apparently this happened all the time two centuries ago…
Needing petrol I popped to the Aylesford filling station where
there was mayhem. Some huge lorry was at the front pump taking an age to fill
up. The woman who had been in the car behind was marching round formally
ordering people to back up so she could get her car out. When she bellowed to
me to move I pointed out I couldn't reverse because there was a car tight
behind my car, and asked if she couldn't wait a couple of minutes. She
indignantly replied that she could not wait (clearly far too important a
person to do that), and assured me she would move the car behind me.
Some people. eh?
Matters weren't helped by having half the petrol pumps cordoned
off. It turned out that one of the tills was broken, and with only one till the
cashier couldn't keep up with demand. Yesterday (apparently) traffic was
queuing a hundred yards down the road as the poor till operative wasn't up to
the job and the police had closed the place down.
Work was work; as the day went on I rather wilted. No sleep last
night whilst still recovering form Friday’s night shift…
I came home. “er indoors TM” boiled up
fish and chips which we scoffed whilst watching “Richard Osman’s House of
Games”. I do like that show, but it is spoiled by the contestants clapping
themselves whenever they win a round. People clapping themselves is a pet hate
of mine. I’m sure it is rarely (if ever) from conceit; people just join
in the clapping. I wish they wouldn’t. It is such a silly trivial thing that
boils my piss so much.
“er indoors TM” has gone bowling. I
shall watch more “silo”.
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