I went to bed silly early last night. Leaving “er indoors TM” and “Stormageddon – Bringer of
Destruction TM” watching “Geometry Dash” I went to bed at
ten o’clock feeling all-in. I slept for an hour or so, then was mobbed by dogs
who were incredibly excited as they hadn’t seen me for an hour or so. After an
age they all settled, then “er indoors TM” came to bed
and disturbed everyone as she fought for bed space. In between snoring,
fidgeting dogs and “Daddy’s Little Angel TM” going to the loo, I saw
every hour of the night, and when I wasn’t wide awake I had several vivid
dreams in which I had been drafted back to work at the Kent and Canterbury
hospital because “only a special sort of person can put up with it there”!
At three o’clock I had a stroke of genius. In the past when
restless I’ve got up and done something, then gone back to bed and slept. I got
up and had a very early shave then went back to bed.
That didn’t work.
I got up properly, made toast, and picked up my lap-top. “Someone”
(“Darcie Waa Waa TM” !) had drawn all over it in crayons. At
least it was all over the outside and not on the screen, eh?
Despite the artwork (!) the lap-top worked fine, and I tuned
into a rather dull Internet. A friend was having his fortieth birthday today. Forty?
I would have thought older. I blame the beards everyone sports these days.
Three was a “discussion” about blanket weed on one of the
pond groups I follow. Everyone was queuing up to offer contradictory opinions
and to rubbish everything that anyone else was saying.
Other than that, not a lot else was happening, so I got dressed and
ready for work.
The motorway was rather busy as I drove to
work. I must have coincided getting onto the motorway with a ferry having
unloaded; again there were loads of lorries slowly overtaking each other. And
having overtaken then going slower than the lorry they'd overtaken forcing that
one to then overtake.
Not having heard the
news for five days I wondered if I had missed much. Sadly today the morning
news program had decided against broadcasting any news. Instead they had
wheeled on James May as a guest editor. It was duller than usual, and that's
saying something.
There was an interview
with the Minister for Transport who was being asked to guess and speculate
about how driverless cars will operate in the UK when they are brought in (supposedly)
in two years’ time. It could have been interesting had the Minister had
anything to say, but all he could do was make spur-of-the-moment guesses on
"what-if" questions that an eight-year-old might have posed.
And there was about
fifteen minutes of utter drivel in which everything good in the country was
claimed to be because of tea, and all the evils of the world were down to
coffee.
Personally I maintain
that tea drinkers boil my piss purely because they don't actually drink the
stuff. Give someone a cup of coffee, and they will drink it. Give someone a cup
of tea and they will have (at most) two sips and leave the rest in the
cup to get cold and be thrown away half an hour later. Why don't tea drinkers
have the stuff out of thimbles? After
all they are only going to drink one thimble-full, aren't they...
Tell me you've ever
drunk more than a quarter of a cup of tea...
I got to work and in
between doing work read my Kindle. Having finished the last of the "Game
of Thrones" books in the small hours of Christmas Day I started on a
new e-book this morning. Written by a chap I used to know, it hasn't really
started well. Perhaps I'm being mean, but the claims in the book's foreword of
being scientifically accurate don't really sit well with a 1950s-space-war-sci-fi-style
story. Particularly when a lot of the story (so far) isn't particularly
scientifically accurate. And it does
rather stretch credulity when (within minutes of the book starting) our
heroes are boarded by space pirates and left for dead in a wrecked space
ship... just next door to a space junk yard full of spare space ship parts...
Mind you, bearing in
mind that Amazon never actually charged me for the e-book, I can't complain too
much.
With work done I came home through the wind and rain. During the
day “er
indoors TM” had taken “Daddy’s Little Angel TM”
and the grandchildren home. For all that the house was rather peaceful, it did
seem rather empty. “er indoors TM” boiled up
the last of the leftovers int a very good curry which we washed down with some
of the box of plonk we’d got in for Christmas. As we scoffed we watched the Christmas
episode of “Doctor Who”. Having been rather unimpressed with the three
episodes featuring the short-lived return of David Tennant, this episode was
rather good. Such a shame we’ve got to wait until May to see more of the new
Doctor…
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