Usually when I need a tiddle in the night I
just roll over and clench. I made the schoolboy error of getting up and going
to a wazz at three o'clock last night, and came back to find the wolf pack all
snoring in the warm spot I'd vacated. I eventually secured enough bed space in
which to sleep, but sadly not enough in which to sleep comfortably.
I got up earlier than I
might have done, and as I made toast so Morgan came down for a wazz. If only
he'd come down when I'd come down a couple of hours earlier I might have
managed to get a bit more of the bed.
I watched another
episode of "White Gold". Being set in 1983 it brought back
quite a few memories. All the girls had those perms, didn't they? And hooky
videos. There were always market stalls and blokes on street corners selling
incredibly badly copied VHS cassettes of whatever big movie was in the cinemas
at the time. Funny how that never took off with DVDs to the same extent.
I then had a look at
the Internet as I do. Quite a lot of the Lego Facebook pages were showing
winter village scenes; perhaps I might turn my Lego town into a winter one?
Perhaps I might do something with my Lego town - I've not done anything with it
for ages.
I opened today’s window
of the Advent Calendar and despite the torrential rain I set off to the
car. It was where I'd left it three streets away. More and more I'm thinking I
should spend a little more on house maintenance, sell the house and get one
with off-street parking.
I had a quick Munz
mission round Ashford; we achieved our first (of four) monthly goal
today. And then I set off up the motorway. As I drove the pundits on the radio
were all a-twitter about how the Immigration minister Robert
Jenrick has resigned. Regular readers of this drivel may recall my rant of
only two days ago about the farcical state of Britain's immigration policy.
Perhaps the ex-minister read my rant?
And there was a lot of
talk about Boris Johnson's giving evidence to the COVID inquiry. If ever there
was an idiot, it is him. Given the state of the UK after Brexit, and then a
pandemic, no one would have expected the impossible from any Prime Minister. But
had he combed his hair, tidied himself up a bit, and given a couple of
uplifting rousing speeches, Boris Johnson could have gone down in history with
Churchill. Instead he looked like a mess, and mumbled his way through a
shambles which was much of his own making. And now history is judging him as the
shambling mess that he was.
If ever anyone blew a
golden opportunity…
I went in to
Sainsbury's before work to stock up on some Christmas supplies. They've got
this thing now where certain items are cheaper if you brandish your Nectar
card. Doing so got me seven quid off of a bottle of port and ten quid off of a
bottle of Bailey's. The price I paid at the till (using the nectar card)
was a quarter less than I would have paid had I not had the card.
Just goes to show,
doesn't it?
And so to work. Originally today was to be a
day's leave, but what with a dodgy weather forecast and one thing and another I
cancelled the leave... and soon wished I hadn't. I won't go into petty trivial
details, but today was a classic example of the two hundred and eighty-fifth Rule of
Acquisition. No good deed ever goes
unpunished.
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