I
slept like a log last night, which was something of a result. Mind you I did
have an early night after falling asleep on the sofa. I suppose I needed one
after a night of “Darcie Waa Waa TM” screaming and a bottle
of plonk yesterday evening.
Over brekkie I watched another of the animated "Dads
Army" episodes; watching it as a recorded program on the SkyQ box is
the way to do it. Being able to fast-forward through twenty minutes of adverts
meant I watched it in only twenty minutes. You'd think advertisers would give
up, wouldn't you? There's no need to watch adverts, and I don't. To be honest (being
an awkward bugger) if I find myself faced with an advert I can't avoid, I
tend to avoid that product.
I set off to work on a rather rainy morning, but half past
six this morning was a full ten degrees warmer than half past six was
yesterday. As I drove there was a lot of talk on the radio about the upcoming
United Nations climate talks. This latest round are being hosted by the United
Arab Emirates. Apparently the BBC have found out that the United Arab Emirates
plans to use its role as the host of UN climate talks as an opportunity to strike oil and gas
deals. It was claimed that leaked briefing documents revealed
plans to discuss fossil fuel deals with fifteen other nations.
Like anyone would really be surprised about that...
There was a lot of talk about the cease-fire in Gaza and pretty
much everyone was hoping that the cease fire might be extended. It's a shame
that there had to be conflict in the first place, but whilst pretty much
everyone interviewed on the matter is keen for the hostilities to stop, they've
all got their decades-long grievances that they won't let go.
I got to work and made a bee-line for Trap One. Over the
weekend “Stormageddon
– Bringer of Destruction TM” had dodgy guts, and whatever it was, I think
I've now got it. I spent an inordinate amount of time in Trap One today.
Still, what are grandchildren for if not for spreading
infections, eh?
In between dashing to the chodbin I did my bit at work.
Work went better than it did yesterday; I prefer working with others around me,
rather than being on my own for extended periods.
Over a mid-morning cuppa I sparked up the Internet through
my phone. Someone had posted to one of the Dalek-related Facebook pages that I
follow that they had just discovered the "Doctor Who and the Daleks"
films made in the 1960s. Someone
else had commented asking how any so-called Doctor Who fan couldn't know about
these films, and the petty name-calling that this generated was rather
impressive, to say the least.
After nearly two weeks my local councillor had replied to
the email I'd sent her about the floods by Asda. She said she'd look into it.
Will she? I wonder.
And I got a quote for the repairs to the roof following the
chap's having had a look on Saturday.
With my bit done I came home. It wasn’t that long ago that
I would take the dogs for a walk after an early shift. Today it was dark and
raining. So I sat and wrote up some CPD, and my piss boiled
about one of the articles that had been emailed to me. It’s no secret that a few years ago I made a
serious mistake at work for which I was comprehensively crucified. Now it seems
the same workplace allow their staff to openly admit to
mistakes, for which everyone involved has (presumably) got
off scot-free.
With “er indoors TM” off bowling I settled
myself on the sofa underneath a pile of dogs and watched the fourth episode of “Squid
Game: The Challenge”. It was rather good. Now it’s finished I shall have a
little kip; I’m not going to move until the dogs wake up. If a dog falls asleep
on you, you can’t move them. It’s the law. Even if you desperately need the
loo.
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