I had a rather vivid dream last night in which I had gone
to the barber’s for a haircut and he’d cut my fringe rather short. This was a
rather serious matter for me, and I was really upset about it…
What was that all about. I’ve not had a fringe for years.
I made toast and had a look at the Internet as I do most
mornings. It was still there. Not a lot was happening on Facebook, which was
probably a good thing.
I had an email; Amazon had sent me a refund for those
waterfall thingies which I bought in good faith only to find they were no use
for what I had in mind. That will pay for a couple of sleepers.
And I saw that our Munzee clan had reached its monthly
target.
I got Wordle on the fourth attempt, then “er indoors TM”
and the dogs descended. We did our usual wander round the garden as dogs do in
the mornings. There were reports of a dead fish, but all the ones I could see
looked to be quite contentedly still alive.
Being Saturday we drove round to Repton where we had Dog
Club. Several new dogs (and their people) were along, and a great time
was had by all.
Having totally failed on Steve’s “Guess the Lyrics”
competition on the radio on the way there, I was one year out on the Mystery
Year competition on the way home.
Once home I popped to the corner shop for pastries, and
scoffed them whilst deploying Munzees at the Mega-Geo-Event. That should be
good for a few points. And I discovered there’s a second Mega-Geo-Event near
Reading which is taking place today. No one told me about that one. Ho hum…
I set off to work. I hadn't got as far as the turn-off to
Dog Club (about a mile) when the tyre pressure warning alarm went off on
my car. The new rear tyre that was fitted yesterday was under pressure. I
pulled up where I could and pumped it up a bit. And then as I drove up the
motorway for all that the cruise control was working there was no icon on the
dashboard to tell me the car was in cruise control mode... like the nice man in
the garage said there should be and that he would ensure was working. Oh well.
The car has got an MOT in a few months' time. They can sort the cruise control
icon then. It's not as though this is the first time they've not looked at it.
In a novel break with tradition there were actually some
lorries queued up in the "Operation Brock" bit of the
motorway. Not many; certainly no more than could have been parked up at the
Sevington inland border control place. But some.
I only saw one car driving down the HGV bit this morning,
but he was towing a caravan... if that is any excuse.
As I drove I was wondering if Radio Ashford has got a new
transmitter - the signal got as far as Harrietsham this morning.
Needing supplies I went to the Aylesford branch of
Sainsburys. This place never fails to entertain. The woman on the till was
nearing the end of her shift and was loudly giving her supervisor a countdown
of how many minutes there were before she was getting up and leaving "all
this lot" waiting as she rudely waved dismissively at the queue at her
till. Being a member of "all this lot" I was rather glad to
have got through with three minutes remaining.
I thought about wasting her time with inane questions about
the Nectar points on the voucher she rudely thrust at me, but thought better of
doing so. Instead I passed the voucher (for five per cent off of my shopping
the next time I spend over a hundred quid) to the chap behind me in the
queue and left the woman on the till shrieking that the vouchers weren't
transferable.
I went to work and did my bit whilst sulking and staring
out of the window. On Thursday I'd not got much done as it had been pouring
hard. Yesterday there was lots I could have done but I wore myself out on an
epic route march in the morning. I could have got stuff done today if I'd not
been working. I always say I don't mind working at the weekends... but I do
mind if the weather is good.
Rather a waste of a Saturday really…
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