I was up rather early again this morning. My
innards still weren’t right. Perhaps that pound of Stilton I scoffed on
Saturday night wasn’t sitting right? I watched an episode of “Harry Enfield and
Chums", ten had a quick look at the Internet.
Yesterday I mentioned
that I had another of those dodgy friend requests on Facebook. This morning I
had another one. I hesitate to say that “Goddess Elizabeth” has been
generated by an AI, but she does seem to have an extra buttock in a rather odd
place.
And I had an email from
the nice people at Credit Karma who said my credit rating had gone up eleven
points. I have a theory about me credit rating. Having spent loads on getting
the roof done, the rating went up. It went up when I bought the car a couple of
years ago. Does it go up whenever I spend a load of money?
I set off to work. On
the one hand the journey to work was easier than yesterday in that I didn't
have to slalom around stupidly parked dustbin lorries all the way. On the other
had it was rather scary having a huge lorry from EcoHome Insulation not five
yards from my back bumper for several miles. I eventually found a spot where I
could pull over to let this lorry pass, and it flew past me at breakneck speed
only to get stuck at the next turning where I caught up with it. And then flew
off again at breakneck speed only to get stuck at the next junction where I
caught up with it again. And so it continued. After ten miles (from
Biddenden to the A21) it eventually turned off towards Lamberhurst having
got to that roundabout about three seconds faster than I had.
As I drove the pundits
on the radio were talking about how the USA is leading an international
coalition to protect commercial
shipping
in the Red Sea from pirates. Personally I'd think that having a flotilla of
battleships would be counterproductive. If I was a pirate I'd wait until the
warships all pissed off before doing any pirating. Surely the best thing to do
would be to equip the cargo vessels with torpedoes and companies of marines,
and when the unsuspecting pirates show up, blow them out of the water? But what
do I know?
There was also an interview with Esther Rantzen. She's really ill, and
has joined up with Dignitas; the clinic that helps
people to die when their time is up. Personally I think she's done the sensible
thing. Having taken two dogs down that route, it's the way I'd like to go
myself... but not just yet, eh?
Work was work. I can’t
say I dislike my job, but I will say I was glad when it was time to go home
today. And then I braved the frankly dreadful journey home. Leaving work a few
minutes before sunset I drove home through the dark with only some of the
oncoming cars dipping their headlights.
“er indoors TM” boiled up pizza and
garlic bread for dinner. With my stomach finally settled from the weekend’s
Stilton I might well have set it off again with the garlic bread.
Have I? We shall find out…
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