I actually had an early night last night. I got an hour’s
sleep before “er indoors TM” came home quietly and
Treacle kicked off. I eventually managed to nod off but woke in a cold sweat
just before four o’clock following a rather vivid dream in which Darcie
WaaWaa TM” was going hysterical because she wasn’t allowed
to have a “My Little Pony” tattoo.
I lay wide awake for another hour before giving up and
getting up.
I made toast, watched an episode of “Star Trek: Lower
Decks” the sparked up my lap-top. Friends were posting photos from their
holiday in Sri Lanka, in India and Greece. A friend’s mother had died; another
friend’s dog had died… I do like social media in that it keeps me up to date
with what people are up to. I can
remember when we first moved to Folkestone (in 1984) the closest we had
to social media was a phone box half a mile up the road. Back then we just
accepted that everyone was completely out of touch with each other.
And I had an email from my MP. He’d replied to the email
I’d sent him three days ago. He wrote a rather lengthy reply to my question
about where he stands on assisted dying. In theory he’s all for it; in practice
he feels that what he’s being asked to vote on lacks safeguards. This is *exactly*
what I’m hearing on the radio and on the news. I suspect that a golden
opportunity to improve the lot of the terminally ill is about to be lost.
I stopped off on my way to work and popped into the co-op
to get myself a sandwich. There was consternation at the front of the queue for
the till. Some idiot woman was demanding that she be allowed to jump the queue.
She was insistent that because her neighbours were currently living in a hotel
due to some issue with their plumbing, it was only fair that she shouldn't have
to wait her turn to pay for her shopping. She was getting more and more wound
up that no one was letting her push in, and was ranting about how unfair it was
that some people should be in a hotel whilst she had to queue up with everyone
else.
As I drove up the motorway the pundits on the radio were
talking about the heavy rain the country
has had recently. There are floods everywhere, and there was an interview with
another "particularly delightful woman". Living in a caravan
park in a flood plain somewhere or other she'd been evacuated overnight and her
caravan was now arse-deep in water. This woman wasn't at all bothered that her
home was awash; all that worried her was that whenever she got evacuated (it
seems to happen a lot) she didn't like having to walk away. She felt that
"they" should send someone to carry her and her son. She was
adamant that because her son has learning difficulties, "they"
need to carry the pair of them.
This woman was rather vague as to who "they"
might be... her sort usually are.
This was followed by an interview with someone who used to
be one of the head honchos at the Environment Agency who made an interesting
point. She claimed that whenever there are major floods in the UK the
government of the day spends a small fortune on flood defences in the area that
has been washed out. However whilst money is spent on flood defences (such
as levees, sluices and the like), there is never any money allocated for
the ongoing maintenance of whatever the money has been spent on. It was claimed
that there are millions of pounds of flood defence equipment spotted round the
country which is just being left to rot and rust.
Work was work... I had asked for the day off today so’s I
could babysit Darcie WaaWaa TM”. I couldn’t get the time off
so “er indoors TM” took her lap-top down and worked from
home from “Daddies’ Little Angel TM”‘s home. I’m told
that my favourite lady has crayoned all over the lap-top’s screen. I’m seeing
that as a work of art - Darcie WaaWaa TM” can do no wrong.
In the meantime “Daddies’ Little Angel TM”
has lost her phone… It’s all very well having a “Find My Phone” app, but
have you ever tried a “Find Someone Else’s Phone” app? They all claim to
be free – they all want payment. Just as I was downloading the twentieth so the
most recent fruit of my loin phoned. I say “phoned” – she can transmit
using Facebook messenger via one of littlun’s toys. Which is all very well all
the time littlun is asleep…
“er indoors TM” returned, and we
watched the final of “Bake Off”. I like to watch the final of that on
the evening that it is broadcast so as not to be told the result by seemingly everyone…
I won’t say who won.
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