Having been sleeping rather well all week, with
an alarm set I was wide awake from three o’clock this morning.
I gave up laying awake,
took my Seven Seas stuff. made toast, and watched an episode of “Friday
Night Dinner” in which “Horrible Grandma” came to visit. Then I had
a quick look at the Internet just in case anything revolutionary had happened
overnight. It hadn’t; it rarely does. The only thing of note was quite a bit of
consternation being expressed over the local branch of Peacocks closing down.
Peacocks is a local store which caters for people who like to dress as though
it was still 1980. The observation had been made that you can get better stuff
cheaper from Amazon, and there were those bleating that not everyone can shop
on-line. Seriously? I’m sorry, I don’t want to come over as rude or uncaring
but we are half-way through the third decade of the twenty-first century. Not
being able to order stuff on Amazon is akin to not being able to read or write.
I’m a sixty-year-old grandparent and can manage. I know people twenty years
older than me who can use the Internet easily enough.
I set off to work via
some Munzee Points of Interest as I do. As I drove the pundits on the radio
were talking about how ITV are looking to make savings. Profits
are down because advertisers aren't keen to throw money at them anymore. It
would seem that, like me, more and more people have discovered the "fast-forward"
button and aren't actually watching the adverts anymore.
There was also talk
about how ex-Prime Minister Theresa May has decided to stand down as a Member
of Parliament at the next general election. Faced with an almost certain fall
from Prime Minister to obscure opposition MP, I can't say I blame her. It was
nice of her to give the news to
her local newspaper and let them have the exclusive story.
I got to work. I'd not
been to Maidstone for nearly three weeks. I found I rather missed the place.
Compare that to other places I've worked where I felt physically ill at the
prospect of going in.
As I did my thing so my
phone beeped. All the geocaches I'd prepared in readiness for tomorrow's
geo-meet had gone live, and within an hour or so they were all found for the
first time. That showed the puzzles were solve-able and that the co-ords were
right.
Being on an early shift was a result. I got
home and with “er indoors TM” off to see her mum I cracked on with the ironing. As I ironed I watched
a film on Netflix: “Spaceman”.
According to Wikipedia it “follows an astronaut sent on a mission to the
edge of the solar system who encounters a creature that helps him put his
earthly problems back together”. According to me it was a right load of old
tripe.
I seem to think
that about more and more films these days.
“er indoors TM” is coming home with
KFC for my tea… with any luck.
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