Yesterday I foolishly boasted about the triumph
which was our new duvet system. Although it gave us a decent night sleep on its
first go, I overlooked that it does nothing about having restless dogs. Morgan
was particularly restless last night and consequently so was I as he kept
fidgeting about.
Needing some drivel to
watch as I scoffed toast, this morning I started watching "Peep Show". “Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” has raved about it in the past. In all honesty
I thought the first episode was rather crap, but I shall persevere; it might
get better.
I got dressed and
walked a couple of streets away to where I'd parked the car after collecting “Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” on Saturday, then set off to work through a
rather dull and dark morning.
As I drove the pundits
on the radio were spouting their usual drivel (as they do). They started
with an interview with the Shadow something-or-other... some bloke who was
being rather critical about the government's financial record. Bearing in mind
there's been a global pandemic and a global financial disaster (to say
nothing of Liz Truss ballsing it all up in the meantime), the current
government is probably doing the best it can under less than ideal
circumstances. This chap said that today the Labour party would be releasing some website in which you can work
out how badly you've personally done under fourteen years of Conservative
government. It tells me that under the Tories I’m a thousand quid a year worse
off.
Well, it would,
wouldn’t it?
All I can say when it
comes to finance and the Labour party is that people in glass houses shouldn't
throw stones.
There was then a lot of
talk about Labour's plans for dealing with illegal immigrants... The whole
subject of illegal immigration boils my piss. It is a problem that we as a
nation have chosen to have. Back in the day the UK was a member of a group of
twenty-seven nations, most of which had a problem in that loads of illegal
immigrants were charging through their borders hell-bent on getting to one of
them. However that one of them left and set up on its own, and overnight what
was once a collective problem for the European Union became somebody else's
problem.
Illegal immigration to
the UK is (sadly) a totally predictable consequence of Brexit...
The Labour spokesman
being interviewed spoke a load of twaddle, as spokesmen of all political
persuasions do. However the only solution to the problem of illegal immigration
is for the UK to make itself a far less attractive proposition than any of the
alternatives open to the illegal immigrants. It ain't rocket science, is it?
And it would seem that the Shipping Forecast is a hundred years
old. I can remember my father listening to it mesmerised as it spoke of
precipitation being within sight in Cromarty and something falling more slowly
in Wight. The woman who reads it out every night (at about quarter to one in
the morning) was being interviewed, and she claimed that a lot of people
find it relaxing and restful.
Back in the day when I
used to be alone when I did night shifts in Canterbury I used to turn the radio
off during the Shipping Forecast; I've always found it rather sinister.
Needing petrol I popped
to the Sainsbury's filling station in Aylesford where the stuff was being
knocked out at ten pence per litre less than the last time I got any.
And then on to work. At
tea break when I tuned in to my e-book my Kindle app announced it had given me
an award for actually reading a e-book, and it told me it has eight others it
might give me before the end of March if it feels so inclined.
I wonder if it will?
After an award from my Kindle app the rest of the
day was something of an anticlimax…
No comments:
Post a Comment