Apart from a vague recollection of “er indoors TM” quarrelling with Treacle in
the small hours I slept well. I had my usual morning routine, made toast,
watched an episode of "Friday Night Dinner", Munzed as best I
could from the sofa, then went out to have a look at the pond. It was a tad
clearer than it was yesterday but was till a tad murky. The fish are a tad more
active than they were yesterday, but the main thing was that the pumps were
still running and I could see the uv bulb glowing through its port hole.
I set off to work through the rain.
With the Aylesford
Sainsburys service station still closed I went to Ashford Sainsburys for
shopping. The petrol might not be as cheap as up the motorway, but I get Nectar
points... not that I ever do anything with them.
I went into Sainsbury's
main store first. I couldn't find what I needed so I asked an assistant. She
pointed out the sign saying "deodorants". I told her that I
could see the sign, but where were the actual deodorants? They weren't anywhere
near the sign. She directed me to the next aisle. Several other things had been
moved about too.
I then went across to
the filling station where some chap was trying to chat up the woman behind the
till (not the one with a face like a smacked arse), and as he finally
walked away he crashed into the people queuing behind him. This chap had
absolutely no idea that there had been anyone else in the kiosk other than
himself and the woman around whom he had been sniffing.
When I came to pay, the
woman with the face like a smacked arse refused to honour any of the vouchers
I'd just got from the Sainsbury's main store. Ho hum...
The rain got worse as I
drove up the motorway. Narrowly avoiding getting blatted by the lorries I
listened to the radio as I went. There are elections in Russia
this weekend to choose the country's leader. The choice of candidates is
Vladimir Putin and a couple of no-hopers. Anyone who might be a credible
opposition is dead, imprisoned or exiled. Perhaps not a triumph for democracy,
but as we've seen from all the failing councils in the UK, just because someone
can say what the masses want to hear is no guarantee that they can actually
govern with any competence.
And there was talk
about one of Gordon
Ramsey's children who is zooming about in a car which cost someone two
hundred thousand quid. Did she buy it? Was it a present? Here's a thought...
for all that there are no end of people running down the Royal Family and
saying what a bad thing their inherited wealth is, you never see anyone
whinging about the money that celebrities pass on to their family, do you?
Work was work. Compared to the last couple of
days in my life it was something of a rest. At tea break there was cake. You
can't go wrong with a jam doughnut.
And with work done and doughnut scoffed I came home and got another
fence panel painted before “er indoors TM” went off
shopping. I dozed in front of the telly until she came home with fish and
chips.
I like fish and chips… but prefer doughnuts.
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