I watched another episode of "Peep Show"
as I scoffed my toast this morning. In this morning's episode our heroes had a
new friend called "Gunny"; a gun found in a dead aunt's house.
For all the antics they had with "Gunny", no one ever
considered why the dead aunt had a gun in the first place.
As I watched, I sorted
undercrackers. A dull task, but they don't sort themselves.
I went to work via the
Ashford Sainsbury's where I got petrol. Petrol is usually cheaper at the
Aylesford end of my journey, but the patrol station at the Aylesford end is now
closed for a month or so for refurbishment. I like to go to Sainsburys for the
Nectar points... not that I've ever done anything with then other than accrue
them. Ironically my phone's Nectar app has logged itself out; I really should
log in again. I wonder what the password is?
Whilst I was getting
petrol I got a sarnie for lunch too. I do that when getting petrol. It rather
made a mockery of spending fifteen minutes trying to find my sandwich box last
night, but there it is. Again the old bat on the till flatly refused to touch
any of my shopping; waving the bar-code scanner at all angles until it finally
registered.
It was rather foggy as
I drove up the motorway this morning. As I drove the pundits on the radio were
saying that the Americans have got the arse. Having been wantonly bombing the
shit out of Johnny Foreigner in the Middle East for as long as anyone can remember,
Johnny Foreigner has now bombed the Americans back and killed
three US servicemen. Like we didn't see that coming? Several of the main
suspects are hotly denying responsibility, and I can't say I blame them.
And French farmers have
also got the arse,
and are blocking Parisian streets in protest. They want more money in their
pockets, and aren't happy that the French government is going along with EU
deals to import cheaper foods from around the world. There was an interview
with one of them on the radio this morning. This farmer felt that the French
government shouldn't be importing cheap foreign food when people can buy far
more expensive home-produced stuff. It strikes me that despite the French farmers
wanting top dollar for their produce, the average Frenchie isn't going to want
to shell out more when he can get it cheaper elsewhere, is he? Here's a
squabble that will run and run.
For some reason the
motorway was rather busy this morning, and frankly dangerous. You'd have
thought people would have taken more care in thick fog, wouldn't you?
Work was work, but
having started early I was home early. A shame it was such a damp evening; I
solved more geo-puzzles until “er indoors TM” dished up
bangers and mash. She then set off bowling and once I’d ironed shirts I had a
look at more of my Coursera course. The lectures played for the best part of an
hour; they said an awful lot without actually saying anything and I got ninety
per cent in a multiple-choice exam by choosing the answers that weren’t either
frankly ridiculous or laughable.
I’m going to look at
more geo-puzzles until “er indoors TM” comes home. She says
she’s coming home via Asda. Here’s hoping…
After a rather good weekend, today was a tad
dull
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