I woke feeling vaguely "Bleaugh"
this morning. I thought about staying in bed, but only thought about it. I had
this idea that I might perk up if I got up, so I got up, and got on with my
morning routine. Shave, make a sarnie for lunch, toast, telly, look at
Internet. What I do every morning...
Telly was rather dull
this morning. The internet wasn't much better.
I had yet another friend request on Facebook ostensibly from a young
lady offering all sorts of mucky promises. You have to wonder why they do it?
Presumably enough sad acts are taken in by them?
And (somewhat
ironically) there was a twee meme on my feed posted by someone who was once
a rather good friend. This meme banged on about how we can't change other
people and how we must accept others or walk away from them... I've always felt
it a shame that when I felt forced to walk away from her pals I had to walk
away from her too.
I got ready for work,
found the car, and headed off up the motorway. As I drove the pundits on the
radio were talking about how the BBC is to face scrutiny for it's supposed lack of impartiality. I've heard complaints
about bias in the BBC news reporting from friends whose opinions range all
across the political spectrum. The right wing claim the BBC is leftie, the
lefties say it is right wing. Is the Beeb biased? Probably. Aren't we all?
That idiot Donald Trump
looks set to get the Republican nomination for the upcoming American
presidential election now that his main rival has thrown in the towel. There's no denying
that Donald Trump is less than perfect. Are there no other alternatives? I
suspect Mr Trump will get in again. He's a showman; the public want to be
entertained. Love him or loathe him, he's entertaining.
And there was a lot of
fuss about the storm that hit overnight.
I got to work ahead of
whatever it was that bunged up the traffic in Maidstone today. Being on the
early shift I got in early (as one does) but those who tried to come in
for the core shift all got stuck in traffic jams.
I'd rather get to work
before the traffic builds up...
I did my bit on what
turned out to be a rather "hypersegmented" sort of day. Sadly
(for me), having not phoned in sick on the hope that I might have perked
up turned out to be little more than wishful thinking; the vague feeling of
"Bleaugh" with which I woke got more and more "Bleaugh"
as the day wore on.
With work worked I came home. “er indoors TM” boiled up
some scoff then set off bowling. I looked at putting a film on the telly, but
that would play for too long and I would probably have fallen asleep. A couple of
episodes of “Peep Show” watched from underneath a pile of dogs did the
trick for the evening.
I wonder how long this feeling "Bleaugh"
will last?
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