I slept rather well. Over brekkie I started
watching a new thing from Channel Four. "The Couple Next Door" stars her who
was Demelza in Poldark who moves in next door to a rather saucy set of neighbours who seem to invite equally saucy
friends round for regular sessions of jiggery-porkery. And over the road lives
Hugh Dennis playing a rather sad peeping Tom who is watching it all with his
telescope. In a novel break with tradition, her who was Demelza in Poldark did
remove her undercrackers before “performing the dirty deed” in today's
episode, but her protagonist forgot to do so.
I then had a quick look
at the Internet. Our Munzee Clan has reached our target for the month, which
was something of a result. And I deleted a comment from a sci-fi Facebook group
that I moderate. Based on the books of
Julian May, that group generally doesn't need much moderation. But today's
uncharacteristically nasty comment came from someone who didn't even know which
books Ms May had and hadn't written.
As I got dressed I
could hear a commotion outside. Some chap was standing outside our house
bellowing two different conversations into two different mobile phones.
Fortunately he'd gone by the time I went out.
For once the morning's
news was interesting. Bits of the asteroid
Bennu
have arrived at the Natural History museum for analysis, and manned
long-distance space travel looks (possibly) to be a practical
proposition as human hibernation might not be the
fantasy it has always been billed to be.
There was also a lot of
fuss made about the Greek Prime Minister having the hump because Rishi Sunak
has cancelled a meeting with him. The Greeks
want the Elgin Marbles back. Bearing they are only in England under the most
dubious of circumstances, and also bearing in mind that the average bloke in
the street is utterly disinterested in the things, why not give them back?
I got to work. The iffy
guts I had yesterday were continuing, and I felt rather tired for much of the
day. As I worked I had several messages from “er
indoors TM”. The scaffolders
arrived shortly after nine o’clock, and the roofers arrived soon after that.
Treacle woofed a bit, and Morgan watched out the window with interest.
I’m reliably assured that most of the roof work is now done, and that
the roofers will be back in the morning to finish up and tidy up.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a rather
good bit of scran this evening (as she does) and we watched the final of
“Bake Off”. I won’t say who won it, but I will say that if I was a
betting man I would be out of pocket right now.
My guts are still iffy, I still feel tired, and
I think I’ve got a sore throat coming on…
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