I had another rather good night, sleeping right
through till five o'clock. I was pleased with that. However having woken at
five o'clock, I was then awake. I got up, made toast and watched an episode of
"White Gold" starring him who was Boycie's son (in
"The Green Green Grass") as a golf-playing yuppie.
With telly watched I
had a quick look at the Internet. My cousin was posting her Advent Calendar of
Christmas memories as she does every year. So many memories of things we used
to have and used to do all those years ago. Today she was talking about the
brightly coloured fluorescent towelling socks of the early eighties. Pink, green, yellow... I had them all. And
would always wear odd pairs. However today (forty years later) I earned
that you were supposed to wear them in matching pairs. Mismatched fluorescent
towelling socks were only worn by "Ultra Spazzes".
One lives and learns.
I scraped the ice off
of my car and set off to work. As I
drove the pundits on the radio were talking about the ongoing enquiry into the
government's handling of the COVID pandemic. Today the ex-Prime Minister Boris
Johnson was due to give evidence. Rather than going
over his lies (all of which have long been exposed), the chap presenting
the news asked if the enquiry has actually unearthed anything that hadn't
already been covered on the news. It would seem it hadn't. There was then a
little discussion about the whole point of the COVD enquiry. Was it to learn
lessons from the mistakes which had (no matter how well-intentioned)
been made, or to assign blame?
The general consensus
was that there had been a lot of mistakes made, but was it fair to assign them
to Boris Johnson. Bearing in mind the chap's general demeanour, had it been
fair on him and on the country to have ever put him into a position of authority
in the first place?
Democracy - can't beat
it !!!
I got to the work's car
park and despite a very cold morning I went for a little walk. A geocache I'd
hidden not far from work had been reported as missing. It was, so I replaced
it. And I needed to cap a QrewZee as part of this month's Munzee Clan War. So I
did.
As I was walking I met
a woman with a pair of pugs, and spent a couple of minutes fussing them. They
made exactly the same squeaking-huffing noises that dear old Sid used to make.
Poor old Sid - I miss him.
I would have walked a
bit further, but it was cold. I went in to work and had a cuppa, then cracked
on with the day. As I worked I pondered on what I'd got out of my Advent Calendar this
morning.
I had absolutely no idea what the thing was supposed to be; let alone know what
to say about it.
Sadly during the
mid-afternoon my musings were put on hold. We had sad news - a colleague's pet
chicken (Henrietta) had died. She was four years old, which apparently
isn't a bad age for a chicken.
I came home to find the roof work was all done.
I really should climb up and have a look before the scaffolding goes… if only I
wasn’t too old to go climbing up scaffolds.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a rather
good bit of scran which we washed down with a bottle of plonk… you can’t beat a
midweek bottle of plonk.
No comments:
Post a Comment