Despite a relatively good night asleep I was
still wide awake half an hour before the alarm would have gone off. Note that
is "would have" and not "would of". No one in
the entire history of the English language "would of"
ever done anything. Neither has anyone ever "might of",
"should of" or "could of" done anything either...
This is one of my pet
hates. Such a petty and trivially insignificant thing, but it boils my piss to
the limit and beyond.
Sorry…
I got up, made toast
and watched another episode of "Peep Show" as best I could. As
I watched telly not-so-nice-next-door was making strange noises. Not
particularly loud, but there was a constant stream of her shouting "Oi
- Oi - Oi" coming through the wall. I wonder what that was all about?
Some sort of exercise routine perhaps? Back in the day she used to go running
very early every morning. Perhaps she does aerobics now?
With telly watched and
"Oi - Oi - Oi" stopped I had a little look at the Internet.
There was a minor squabble on one of the local Facebook groups in which someone
was claiming that they were being victimised. All of this woman's posts to this
particular group weren't passing the moderators, but other people were posting
stuff containing swear words with impunity. It seemed that the moderators of
that group had no problem with swearing but didn't want a constant stream of
posts trying to sell stuff which people neither needed nor wanted. Personally I
would have taken my tat elsewhere to flog it (and in days gone by I did just
that), but this woman seemed to enjoy playing the victim. I suppose we all
do really; I certainly have done from time to time.
Taking care not to wake “er indoors TM” or the dogs I got ready for
work and wondered whether to go up or down the road. Ideally I needed to go in
the direction which would have taken me to my car... if only I remembered where
I'd parked it yesterday. I took pot luck and went down the road pressing the
unlock button on the key. Eventually I saw some orange indicator lights
flashing in the distance.
As I drove there was
more talk on the radio about Royal Mail deliveries. Yesterday there was talk
about their cutting the frequency of deliveries. Yesterday I mentioned that I
don't think we get daily deliveries any more. It was intimated that not everyone does, even though Royal
Mail have a legal obligation to do
so. The
chap being interviewed today pointed out that at the moment Royal Mail only get
a third of the letters they are geared up to deal with. Various possibilities
for the future of Royal Mail were discussed, one of which being that the
government actually pay for a public service and learn the lessons from the
fallacy of selling off public services to make a quick profit.
A lesson I think we all
learned years ago.
The "Yesterday
in Parliament" session was interesting... I say "interesting".
Our elected leaders were braying and shouting like ill-behaved schoolchildren.
Were they to conduct themselves with a little more decorum then people might
have a little more respect for them.
There was quite a bit
of talk about how Simon Clark (MP for
Middlesbrough South and East Cleveland) has called for the Prime Minister to
resign
because Rishi Sunak “is leading the Conservatives into an election where we
will be massacred” because “he does not get what Britain needs. And he
is not listening to what the British people want.” Bearing in mind that Mr
Clarke was a leading light in the utter debacle that was Liz Truss's
government, I can't help but think that people in glass houses shouldn't throw
stones. Or lob rocks. The general consensus from those wheeled on to the radio
was that Mr Sunak is doing the best that he can under less than ideal
circumstances. It was also hinted that that bearing in mind the Conservatives
will be out on their arse at the next election anyway, it would be kinder to
blame him for an election defeat *after* it happened rather than before.
This left me wondering
why anyone would ever want to go into politics. Unless you give the
feeble-minded what they want when they want it, you just get chucked out of
office in favour of the next smiling smarmy git who says that shit is sugar.
Work was work, but one of the benefits of being on an early is that
I get out early. I came home, made “er indoors TM” and myself
a cuppa each, and had my monthly look at the accounts. Not too shabby really. They
could be better, but they have certainly been worse.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a rather good
bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching an episode of “Junior Bake
Off” and then “Dogs Behaving (very) Badly”. When I see how bad some
people’s dogs are, I realise that my three could be a whole lot worse…
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