I had something of a restless night. I gave up trying
to sleep, made toast and sparked up Netflix which suggested I might like to
watch “The Other One”. Starring her from “Alan
Partridge” and the horrible one from “Downton Abbey”, so far it is
OK.
I then had a quick look at the Internet. It was still
there, and was rather dull at six o’clock this morning so I got ready for work.
I walked out through a rather clean front garden. For
all that the jet wash makes a mess, once all has dried out, the results are
quite impressive.
I drove round to the co-op that takes my co-op card (as
opposed to the co-op that doesn't) where I got a rather good sandwich, box
of carrots and hummus, and a drink for less than the works M&S wants
for just a (rather manky) sandwich. It's cheaper than the Sainsbury's
petrol station too, and the co-op gives you service with a smile rather than
the Sainsbury's snarl.
I set off up the motorway listening to the pundits on
the radio interviewing some financial expert who was claiming that at the
moment how well companies are doing on the stock market is entirely down to the
political stances of the companies rather than their actual products. An
interesting prospect; look at how Tesla seems to be going down the pan
ever since its owner threw in his lot with Donald Trump.
Another expert was brought in to add his opinion, but
sadly they might as well not have bothered. With a ridiculously thick accent no
one could understand what the chap was saying. You’d think the radio’s producers
would vet who they are having on, wouldn’t you? Or is that being
discriminatory?
I got to work and spent much of the day teaching a
trainee the mysteries of blood grouping, but as always an early start made for
an early finish. I came home via Dobbies garden centre where they didn’t have
what I wanted, so I went round to Bybrook Barn where I squandered the thick end
of forty quid on pansies, polyanthus and a Helleborus.
I got them home, which took some doing. Carting from
the shop to the car in a trolley was rather easier than lugging them all
individually from the car to the back garden.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a very
good chili which we washed down with a bottle of the red stuff whist watching “Joseph
and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat” which I recorded from the Sky Arts
channel over Christmas. It is ages since I last watched that, but I still know
all the words.
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