Yesterday with no alarm set I slept through till ten to
eight. Today with an alarm set I woke at ten to three. I dozed on and off, and
eventually gave up trying to sleep at half past five. I made toast and started
watching “Orange is the New Black” on Netflix (again), then had a
little look at the Internet in the desperate hope that something might have
happened overnight. It hadn’t really.
Someone who was very big in my life fifteen to twenty years
ago had posted an anti-dog post to Facebook effectively claiming they do little
else than bark, shit and fart. Many years ago I would probably have agreed with
him… but fifteen years ago I found myself in a very black place. A small dog
was there for me when others weren’t. He died four years ago and I still miss
him. Back in the day I used to organize all sorts of social events and
activities. These days if my dogs can’t go, I won’t go.
I never used to be a dog person.
My nephew was having a birthday today; he was twenty-six.
Where does the time go? I sent birthday wishes to all three of his Facebook
accounts then Munzed, and got ready for work.
I stopped off at the co-op where some idiot was
walking past with one of those surgical face masks tucked up under (*not*
over) his nose. I managed not to laugh out loud; what do these people think
they will achieve? All the time their nose is sticking out they might as well
not bother with the thing.
I got my lunch and scanned it through the self-service
machine. It wanted six quid. I told it to go whistle and took my stuff to the
counter where the nice lady at the till charged three pounds fifty. You need to
watch these self-service machines.
I set off up the motorway to work. As I drove the
pundits on the radio were talking about the King whose cancer treatment has hit
a "bump in
the road" and he has had to cancel his official engagements for
today. He's being amazingly open about his illness - you'd have never known
anything about the late Queen having been ill, would you. She kept going right
to the very end.
And there was talk about the WH Smith chain having
been sold and being re-branded
as TG Jones.
They then wheeled on that odious Nigel Farage. One
thing he said struck a chord. When challenged about the Reform UK MP with whom he’s had a falling-out
he said that Reform UK has millions of people who are still loyal to him. Loyal
to him. Not the party, but to him. Reform UK, like the Brexit party before it
is nothing more than a cult.
The mind-set he encourages makes me thoroughly
ashamed to be British.
Work was work. It usually is. The money is nice and I
work with a decent bunch of people, but I'm finding more and more these days
that I really can't be arsed with it. Still, it's only (on average) two
and a half days a week, and occasionally it can be interesting... if you like
that sort of thing.
With work worked I came home. “er indoors TM” boiled
up a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching celebrity Bake-Off.
It was rather good…
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