With an alarm set I was awake far too early this morning.
Whilst the rest of the world snored I watched an episode of “The Empress”
in which the archduke tried to have his wicked way with Princess wotsit of
Belgium.
And then I had my usual rummage round the Internet. There
is usually at least one bitter argument raging, and this morning’s was about
when and why Dodos went extinct.
Do these people have nothing better to do with their time?
There wasn’t a lot else going on this morning; it was
probably too early.
I had a quick Munz, opened
my Advent Calendar and got ready for the one day I’m working this week.
I set off to work on a very dark and rainy morning. As
I drove I listened to the pundits on the radio spouting their drivel. More wars
were kicking off in the Middle East, the government seems
to have run out of steam... and New Zealand is
looking to ban
greyhound racing which would leave the UK as one of
only four countries in the world where it is still legal.
I stopped off at Tesco in Pembury to get a sandwich.
As always the manned tills were closed, and a gaggle of surly disinterested
staff lurked around the self-service area alternately getting in the way of and
sneering at those serving themselves. If I knew of a supermarket that doesn’t
have self-service tills, is open before seven o’clock in the morning and isn’t
a major diversion from my journey to work they’d have my money.
Work was much the same as it ever is. But starting
early meant that I finished early. Having got to work in the dark I left just
as the sun was setting. Sadly working in Pembury meant I didn’t get home as
early as I might have done, but there it is. I’m only working one day this week
so I can’t complain.
I came home to an empty house; “er
indoors TM” and the dogs were babysitting Darcie
WaaWaa TM”. They came home half way through “Downton Abbey”
in which Lady Mary was accused of being aloof. An allegation the Turkish attaché
would have refuted had he survived the vigorous porking Lady Mary did at him.
The plan was to have fish and chips for dinner, but having
scoffed all the chips the other day we resorted to our usual fallback position
of KFC.
We scoffed it whilst watching last year’s Christmas Bake-Off
and whilst listening to dogs snoring.
I might join them soon – the four o’clock start has taken
its toll.
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