Finding myself awake far too early I got up on a rather
cold morning. I made toast and turned on the telly wondering if I might watch
something or other for a few minutes. I found myself watching The Benny Hill
Show. Forty years ago the Benny Hill Show was peak-time viewing and this morning
I found myself wondering why. It wasn’t actually very funny. That’s not me
being politically correct or being woke. It simply wasn’t funny.
I then sparked up my lap-top to see if anything remarkable
had happened on the Internet since I’d last looked at it only a few hours
previously. It hadn’t really. I checked my emails – three weeks ago I first
contacted my MP about the upcoming House of Commons vote on the assisted dying
bill. I’ve since tried twice more to get a response but still no joy. I sent a
fourth email this morning. This one got an automated reply which I suppose is a
step in the right direction. I can’t pretend that I was ever a fan of the
previous MP, but at least he made himself visible (albeit in what seemed to
be a rather self-aggrandizing way). So far this chap hasn’t got off to a
good start. But as well as setting up auto-replies to emails he’s also changed
his Facebook profile to say he is an MP and not a “digital creator”.
I tried to Munz, but the Munzee app had something of a fit.
It thought it was ten o’clock last night even though it had today’s date right.
But I got Wordle on the third attempt.
I scraped the ice from my car's windscreen; it didn't take
that long really. I set off to Sainsbury for petrol. Sadly the cantankerous old
bat was on duty at the till today. She has been better recently but had the
right arse today. I got myself a sandwich and one or two bits and bobs, and I
asked for a carrier bag to put them all in. She threw the bag at me, and I
struggled to open it. When I commented that I can never get the things open she
snarled that she couldn't either and that was why she'd given (thrown)
it to me. I threw it back and said that I wouldn't bother with a bag. Faced
with removing it from the bill she ungraciously ripped it open and stuffed all
my shopping in.
I drove up the motorway listening to the news. The French authorities
aren't happy about all the effort they are putting in to
stopping illegal immigrants getting to the coast only to have the British
welcoming them all in. I suppose they've got a point.
And President Putin has warned the UK government that by
supplying arms to the Ukrainians, the UK has made itself a legitimate target
for a Russian attack. Let's not pretend that we didn't see this coming.
I got to work for the early shift. I had booked the
afternoon off, but what with the most recent frit of my loin having come home
yesterday I didn’t need the afternoon off. And seeing work was short-handed I
cancelled the leave. That was good of me, wasn’t it…
But an early start still made for an early finish.
“er indoors TM” had sent me a
shopping list so I went from work to Sainsburys. You wouldn’t believe the
difference in attitude between the staff in the Ashford Sainsburys and their
petrol station. The staff in the store were so friendly and helpful. Perhaps
their management might need to redeploy the cantankerous old bat across the
road to the main store so’s she might learn how not to deliberately antagonize
the customers.
Having brought the shopping home, “er indoors TM”
then got busy with it and boiled up a very good bit of scran which we washed
down with a bottle of Sainsbury’s best. As we scoffed we watched the Bake Off
semi-final. The more I watch that show the more I am convinced that there’s a
lot of farting around in baking.
Mind you I still scoff the cakes though…. all the time
someone else I making them.
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