I woke in something of a panic at five to one
this morning after a nightmare in which the world was being invaded by
supposedly sexy aliens... I say "supposedly" - they looked
like the sort of ones that send me dubious friend requests on Facebook, and I
was the only person who could see what was going on... in that the weren't sexy
at all and were incredibly dubious.
I didn't get back to
sleep after that; I looked at the clock at least once every fifteen minutes
from then until five o'clock when I gave up trying to sleep and got up.
I made toast and
sparked up Netflix. It suggested I might like “Friday Night Dinner”.
I’ve seen odd episodes in the past, but now I shall watch them in order.
With telly watched I
had a quick look at the Internet. Following a long-standing ban
of anything rainbow coloured in Saudi Arabia, apparently rainbow coloured
kites are frowned upon in Kuwait, and kite-flyers of my acquaintance are
looking to sell quite a few of the things. Apparently just looking at something
rainbow coloured might turn you gay, or so those who give permission for kite
festivals to be held in the middle east claim.
Funny old world, eh?
I set off to work rather
earlier than I might. As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about
how the younger members of the workforce are far more likely to be phoning in sick than the
older ones. It was claimed that on any given day last year, five per cent of
those in their early twenties were off sick. Some expert or other was wheeled
on who explained that the snowflake culture really has created a generation who
simply aren’t up to the strains of reality.
With a little time on
my hands I took a little diversion for geocachical reasons. Having finally got the
solution to a puzzle that has had me stumped for years
I went and found the cache this morning. It is one of those that will probably
be archived in the near future, so it was as well that I went and got it whilst
I still could.
I went on to Tesco to
get doughnuts for work. I’d taken cakes in to Maidstone on the Friday before
last week’s holiday, so it was only fair to take some in to Pembury today. As I
queued to pay, the woman on the till wasn’t happy. Apparently every Monday
between seven o’clock and nine o'clock she is expected to man the till and the
self-service machines because (so she claimed) all the other
till-trained staff (including the manager) refuse point-blank to start
work before nine o’clock on a Monday.
She asked everyone
waiting to make a formal complaint on her behalf.
Work was work; I had something of a left-shifted day today (it’s
a neutrophil thing). I came home, and “er indoors TM” sorted a rather
good dinner which we scoffed watching an episode of “Richard
Osman’s House of Games”. I particularly like that show, but I always find
myself thinking about some of the poor contestants. Supposedly all celebrities,
some of them are in no hurry to conceal their ignorance and show off their stupidity.
You would think their agents would advise them against going on national
television just to show how thick they are, wouldn’t you?
And with “er indoors TM” off bowling
I set more laundry scrubbing, then sparked up Netflix and watched an old
favourite. “Monty
Python and the Holy Grail” is a film I’ve seen so many times, but it
never fails to keep me amused… it is only a shame that the ending is rather
weak. That film will be fifty years old next year.
I haven’t got to go to work tomorrow…
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