Again with an alarm set I saw pretty much every
hour of the night. I gave up trying to sleep at five o’clock and watched an
episode of “Friday Night Dinner” in which Martin was claiming innocence
about various misdemeanours and blaming his brain for making him do them.
I then had a little
look at the Internet where people were quarrelling about whether or not a
narwhal could successfully breed with a Beluga. Long story short – they could. To the vast majority
this would be a matter of the utmost indifference but some people were getting
rather nasty about the matter.
I sent out birthday
wishes to friends whose birthday was today, then set off.
I drove through a
rather dark and foggy morning. After I'd done my usual haul of Munzee Points of
Interest I headed off to work. The motorway was surprisingly busy at half past
six in the morning.
As I drove the pundits
on the radio were spouting their usual drivel as they do. Apparently the world
is up in arms because the Mother's Day photo of the Princess of
Wales and her children was supposedly faked.
Whether this was to
cover up her illness or to make the family look better remains unclear. It
looks fine to me, but what do I know? Personally I would have thought there
were more burning issues in the world to be addressed.
And there was an
interview with someone or other about the state of the country's schools. Yet
again the pundits on the radio couldn't find any so-called experts on education
who could pronounce the word "curriculum". With all of the
country's education experts talking about the "kriklum" is it
surprising the schools are in such a state?
Mind you I did find
myself thinking of an old mate's sister who fancied herself as an expert on
rocks but would speak about the science of "Jolly G", and of
another old mate (sadly dead these last fifteen years) who, on the
strength of his wife's working in the pharmaceutical industry, considered
himself an expert on "ibooferen".
Work was much the same
as ever. I came home via the dentist. I’d spent much of the day trying to
reschedule an appointment. Each time, after fifteen minutes holding on the
phone I was told they were busy and got cut off. So I walked in to find three
receptionists gossiping.
I made an appointment for next Thursday, then
headed home.
With “er indoors TM” off at the bowling
league’s booze-up I settled on front of the telly with the dogs and watched a
film. “Damsel”
is currently the number one film on Netflix at the moment. I can only describe it
as a rather poorly thought-out version of “Dungeons and Dragons” with
more holes on the plot than there are in my pants, but it was quite
entertaining nonetheless. A Princess as princesses should be – running round in
her undercrackers belting things with a great big sword.
A film on Netflix that I liked… there’s a novelty.
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