I slept reasonably well, but was still awake long before I
needed to be. I made toast and watched another episode of “Boomers”.
This one featured him who played Ford Prefect in the Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the
Galaxy. The actor looks to have lost about two feet in height over the
intervening years.
I had a look at a
dull Internet, got Wordle on my fifth attempt then got ready for work.
I wandered off down the road wondering where I'd left the
car. I eventually found it two streets away. Sometimes I really think we need
to move; if only to get off-street parking so I know where my car is.
As I drove to work the pundits on the radio were talking
about how the Prime Minister has laid down the law and suspended seven Labour
MPs who defied him by voting against his proposals for only allowing child
benefits for two children. Whether or not this specific case is right or wrong,
it really shows yet another failing with our so-called democracy. In the last
few weeks we've clearly elected a load of MPs who must do as they are told or
they will be ruthlessly slapped down. So much for our having a voice in
Parliament, eh?
As I drove up the dual carriageway (which was once a
motorway) I kept glancing over at the "Operation Brock"
bit in which absolutely no lorries whatsoever were being queued. Again I found
myself wondering why the Highways department have trashed a perfectly good
motorway. I also saw three cars driving down the "HGVs only"
bit...
I got close to Junction Five and joined the queue. At half
past seven this morning the queue was already quite long enough. The traffic
was reduced to only one lane because of roundabout-widening roadworks. Mind you
I can't help but think that the half-dozen workmen might have been better
employed actually widening the roundabout rather than just standing about. To
be fair one digger was doing digging. But then again there was space for at
least a dozen diggers to have been doing digging.
Work was work. Getting home after work was just as
problematical as getting there had been. With lanes coned off for no apparent
reason it took nearly half an hour to get to the motorway. Had there been
anyone at all working I could understand why lanes might have been cordoned
off, but no one at all was working. And as I drove down the “Operation Brock”
bit of the motorway I saw one lorry in fifteen miles. Thet’s not “not many”
– that’s “one”. I counted.
I got home, collected “er indoors TM” and
the dogs and we drove to the Leas in Folkestone where there was a little
geo-meet going on. With people from miles away in the area for next week’s Mega-meet
we spoke hunting Tupperware with people from Scotland and Holland. And I got
four points towards the next ge-souvenir.
Getting home rather later than usual we had a kebab for
dinner. Having had a guts ache all week, that should either kill or cure.
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