10 January 2025 (Friday) - 167/89

Being awake rather earlier than I might have been I got up, made toast and watched an episode of “Poldark” in which Verity’s tryst with the sea captain was revealed.
I had a little look at the Internet as I do most mornings. I seem to be seeing a lot of a Facebook group about early retirement at the moment. Supposedly about all aspects of early retirement, most of the talk is about money. One chap was posting that he never invested in a pension because he didn’t believe in them, but now aged fifty-eight he would like to know what he should invest in so as to be able to retire comfortably in two years’ time. Another chap was complaining that the entire concept of pensions stinks. He was furious to find that he’d spent a life earning and squandering far more than anyone else had earned or squandered, only to end up far poorer in his old age than people who earned far less than he had but had invested sensibly.
They let these people vote, you know…
 
There was quite a lot of ice to scrape from the car's windscreen this morning. And with it finally scraped I set off to work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about wild fires in Los Angeles, the ongoing cold snap, and the state of the UK economy.
Meanwhile science has found Atlantis.
Interestingly no mention was made of Tunbridge Wells MP Mike Martin who thinks Britain could be at war with Russia in the next ten years.
 
I got to work and cracked on with what I couldn't avoid. As I did my bit so my phone pinged. It was the GP wanting me to tell him what my blood pressure was. I had no idea, but the message said there was a self-service blood pressure machine I might use at the surgery. So I popped in after work. A particularly miserable-looking woman behind the counter directed me to the machine. I stood on it, shoved my hand in and it told me I was a fat b*stard only three pressure units off of having a heart attack. Part of me thought OMG. Part of me thought what a load of tosh bearing in mind how much I walk the dogs.
But I uploaded my info. I shall wait patiently for the doctor to judge me.
Once I’d uploaded my information it struck me that I should have taken my thick heavy winter coat, gilet and shoes off before I had a go on the machine… I’ll pop back next week at some point.
 
“er indoors TM boiled up chicken and chips which we scoffed whilst watching more of The Traitors and Junior Bake Off”. We need to watch more from the Sky-Q box – it’s nearly three quarters full.

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