I gave up trying to sleep and got up shortly
after five o'clock this morning, made brekkie and watched another episode of
"Green Eggs and Ham" which was sadly rather disappointing. I
don't think I will bother with the rest of the series.
I had a little look at
Facebook. Despite the torrential rain yesterday several people had been out
getting real Christmas trees; perhaps the rain had been confined to a very
small area down our road?
I opened today’s window
on the Advent Calendar, and wondered what to do with today’s model. The
wondering took up much of the day.
With time to spare I
set off on a pre-work Munzee mission; Points of Interest, joysticks, jewels,
crossbows... I capped them all before heading up a very busy motorway. As I
drove I listened to the morning news. Sir Kier Starmer has again alienated
himself from the rank and file Labour party supporter by singing the praises of Margaret
Thatcher.
Love her or loathe her, there's no
denying she sorted out a mess when she came to office... even if she did so by
stomping over all the little people.
There was an interview
with a Ukrainian soldier who claimed the war is going rather badly for them. Anyone who
would have volunteered for the Ukrainian army would have done so long ago, and
so the standard of recruit they are now getting is leaving quite a bit to be
desired, or so it was claimed.
There was reports of an
interview with a top American politician who was calling for Israel to ease back on their
treatment of the Palestinians; the implication being that Israel is conducting
itself in Gaza in such a way that America is fast having to defend the
indefensible.
And the Ministry of
Defence have got the arse having been told their spending plans are
unaffordable.
Personally I wouldn't have broadcast that on national radio to absolutely
anyone who might be listening, but what do I know.
As I drove the traffic
was getting heavier and heavier. I was wondering where it had all come from,
and then I found out. There had been an accident on the run-up to junction six.
I made the mistake of coming off at that junction...
As I went round the
Running Horse roundabout I was nearly tail-ended twice by some chap in a red
car who then followed me up Forstal Road (towards Aylesford) not five
yards behind me. I pulled over at the first opportunity to let him pass when he
dangerously flew in front of me (bashing his car up the kerb). He
stormed out of his car, staggered up to my car and started shouting at me about
how I had nearly crashed into him twice (even though I was in front of him).
When I told him I had no idea what he was talking about he span around (nearly
falling over), staggered back to his car and flew off at breakneck speed
regardless of the traffic around him.
There are those who've
said I should have reported this little road rage to the police. I can't help
but think that bearing in mind that the police refused to act on video footage
showing “Stormageddon – Bringer of Destruction TM” 's dad
being knocked off of his moped and then run over, they aren't going to do
anything at all about today's little unwitnessed altercation.
I carried on into Aylesford to the petrol station where the stuff
was six pence a litre cheaper than the last time I'd got any, and then on into
work. As I worked “er indoors TM” messaged to say the roofer
had blown it out today. I can't say I blame him for that. It can't be any fun
being up on the roof in the rain, and at the moment the roof is (hopefully)
waterproof. I really don't want him opening it up in a downpour.
With work worked I came
home. As I do. “er indoors TM” went bowling and I settled on
the sofa with the dogs and watched the Bob
Ross documentary on Netflix. There had been quite the squabble about the show
on one of the Bob Ross Facebook groups I follow over the weekend. I can’t see
what the argument was all about; from what I could work out (in between
falling asleep; it was so tedious) what the late Bob Ross did on telly for
many years was the work of a business partnership, and when Bob died his
partners carried on taking the profit. As happens with business deals all over the
world. It would have been nice for his son to have had a bung… but that wasn’t
how the business had been arranged.
I really should have an early night…
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