Having a bit of a sniffle and feeling generally sorry for myself I
took a hot water bottle to bed with me last night. However I'd made the
schoolboy error of forgetting that what with “er indoors TM” and the dogs, space in the
bed is at a premium. The hot water bottle soon got the heave-ho. But rather
than just bunging it into the darkness I stuck it behind my pillow (for no
explicable reason) where it kept clouting my head. And rather than just bunging it into the
darkness I just put up with it until I got completely fed up with the thing at
which point I got up (far too early) and went downstairs.
Being the first of the
month I had a shave with a new razor blade, and scrubbed my teeth with a new
toothbrush. The bristles were falling out of the last one; I think I'd been a
bit too vigorous with it.
I made toast and
watched another episode of "The Couple Next Door" in which her
who played "Demelza" in "Poldark" was getting
particularly over-amorous with the neighbours. Call me puritanical if you will,
but if you will wear saucy undercrackers like those she was brandishing, you
get all you deserve.
I had a look at
Facebook. The "Elf on a Shelf" memes were getting rather silly
on one of the Star Trek pages I follow, with "Spock on a Cock"
being perhaps the easiest one to guess. Opinion was divided as to whether these
memes were good fun or annoying, and with seemingly nothing else to squabble
about, people were getting rather aggressive about this particular bit of
trivia.
Being the first of
December I opened my Advent Calendar. Frosty the Snowman we perhaps an easier
starting point that I've had in some previous years, but I still looked at him
with a sense of "WTF".
I got dressed and
pausing only briefly to put the bins out I set off to find my car.
It didn't take *that*
long to scrape the ice from my car, and with ice finally scraped I set off to
work. As I drove the pundits on the radio spewed their usual brand of drivel.
The cease fire in Gaza came to an end last night, and neither side wasted any
time before commencing chucking missiles at the other. Both arguing that the
other side started it, both seemingly as bad as each other.
There was talk of the COP28 climate summit meeting. It would seem
the UK had a decent representation there, but how can you take the country’s
commitment to climate issues seriously when the Prime Minister, the Chancellor
of the Exchequer and the King all flew there in separate planes.
Talking of the King, it
would seem that Prince Harry has accused him of racial comments.
Personally I can’t help but think that if Prince Harry wants to flee half way
across the world asking for the press to leave him alone, then he should piss
off and stop attention-seeking like a petulant toddler.
I got to work and did my bit. As I did that which I couldn’t avoid
I spent much of the morning watching the snow flurries. “er indoors TM” messaged at
tea break to say there was snow in Ashford. As I messaged that there was no
snow in Maidstone so it started. Not even enough to make the ground white, but
snow is snow.
I came home just as “er indoors TM” was going
to deliver an Advent Calendar to “My Boy TM”. Every year she
makes him a beer one. I had a shower and looked again at what had come out of
my Advent Calendar this morning. Eventually I had some inspiration.
I wonder how the rest of the story will pan out?
“er indoors TM” came home with some
dinner. I was glad to be home this evening; the plan for today was for me to be
doing the night shift, but my colleague doing tomorrow afternoon asked if we
might swap. Had I done the night shift, today would have been an incredibly dull
waste of a day, and tomorrow would have been spent with me constantly nodding
off. As it turned out today wasn’t a bad day, and the weather forecast for
tomorrow means that being at work will be marginally warmer than sulking at
home because will be too cold to do anything. Or that’s the plan.
Mind you if I still feel this grim I might phone
in sick…
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