I had an alarm set; I was awake far too early. It was
a shame the internet was still down. I must admit the thing has worked without
issue for years, but when it is not working it is an issue. How can I get my
regular fix of nonsense from Netflix if I can’t connect? I used my mobile to
have a little look-see on-line. It had snowed overnight in several places here
and there within fifty miles of home, and as always in the UK panic ensued.
I munzed, and deployed some cards. And getting nowhere
with Wordle I gave up and got ready for work. I try not to disturb “er
indoors TM” and the dogs when I get ready in the
mornings but it is tricky in the winter purely because it is so dark. Trying to
find an errant sock in pitch darkness takes some doing.
I drove to work through a very dark morning. As I
drove the pundits on the radio were talking about pig farming. It sounded
interesting even if I did only catch the last few minutes of the farming
program.
The weather forecast came on. There were warnings of
heavy snow up north, and being slightly warmer in the south we should be having
heavy rain. We certainly were.
And then they broadcast what I can only describe as
"The Religious Tripe Show". The trouble with religious tripe
is that we are all supposed to respect religious tripe even though it doesn't
stand up to any thought whatsoever. Take this morning's episode of "The
Religious Tripe Show" for example. There was a lot of talk about
President Jimmy Carter (who died last week) and about how much effort
he'd put in to organising peace talks between religious factions. Everyone
involved in the talks claimed to be from peace-loving religions even though
they'd all been fighting for years and for all that President Carter had temporarily
secured a cease fire, they’d all kicked off again at the slightest provocation.
All these religious claim brotherly love… and can’t pick a fight quick enough.
And then there was then talk about a former lawyer who has translated the Bible
into an obscure Scottish dialect and been
given an MBE for doing so.
I’m sorry – this boils my piss to the limit and
beyond. I’ve just given up my Christmas morning to keep the hospital going. I
got paid at the princely sum of time and a third, and no one knows or cares.
Some chap translates a book that very few people read into a language that even
fewer people speak, and he gets an MBE.
I’m sorry I bothered.
As I drove into Maidstone I could see where there had
been snow overnight, but the rain had washed away most of it. I got to work and
did my bit. As I did I kept an eye on the rain outside. It didn’t let up all
day.
I slipped off twenty minutes before sunset, but by the
time I’d gone to get petrol it was dark by the time I was driving down the
motorway.
I came home. Martin had called round whilst I was put
and left Christmas pressies. That was good of him. Seeing the broadband was
still down I phoned the nice people at Sky again. They were aware of the issue,
but the issue wasn’t with them. They get their broadband from someone else and
sell it on to me. That someone else is on the case fixing it (or so I am
told). I had a thought about getting my broadband directly from the “someone
else”, but I’m sure that if I did so, Sky would just put up the price of
their telly channels.
I then sat on the sofa and fell asleep. Having had a
rotten cough all over the holiday period I think I might be going down with
something else now.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching more “Bake Off”.
And then my phone pinged. The Met Office had changed their overnight warning of
heavy snow to one of heavy rain.
It’s been hossing down all day; how much more can it
rain?
And the broadband is still down.
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