I didn’t really sleep very well last night. I gave up
trying to sleep shortly before six o’clock, gave up and got up.
I didn’t fancy watching the telly today; I made toast and
had a look at a rather dull internet. Very little had happened overnight
really. There were also rants about water bills and how unfair it is that what
we pay goes into some holding account which then pays our water bills later,
and in the meantime the water company makes profit on the interest. My water
bill has gone up by almost forty per cent, and my leccie and gas bill has gone
up by ten percent as well. They run a similar payment plan. Maybe I should see
if I’m in that sort of scheme and cut back on what I’m paying?
I Munzed, checked Google maps for my journey to work, and
taking care not to wake anyone I got ready for the off. It
was raining as I left for work. Oh well - the car needed a wash. Pausing only
briefly to get some petrol I set off west-wards through the -hursts and the
-dens and the traffic lights to Tunbridge Wells.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking
about an interview with American vice-president Vance who sees the chances
of a UK-US trade deal as being rather good. I don't doubt he does; most
commentators seem to think that US fiscal policy has blown up in their faces as
they simply don't understand how finance works. I can't pretend to be an expert
on the subject, but I'm willing to learn. Take for example something President
Trump has been very vocal about recently - the US's balance of trade with many
smaller countries.
If you sell your toaster to your next door neighbour
for a tenner and then buy his car for a thousand pounds, there's a trade
imbalance in theory. However in practice if both sides are happy with the deal,
what's the issue. Where's the sense in forcing unwanted transactions just so
the amount of money going each way stays the same?
If I can understand that and explain it in less than a
minute, it is rather worrying that the leader of the free world can't seem to.
I eventually got to work. I always say that I quite
like working at Pembury but I hate going there. Some see that as a
contradiction in terms, but it is spot-on. I like working there, but the
journey leaves a lot to be desired. There weren't that many sets of temporary
traffic lights this morning compared to what I usually face, but as always
there wasn't anyone actually working where the traffic was being held up. And
again no one had any patience at the traffic bottlenecks at Sissinghurst and
Goudhurst church.
What Google told me would take fifty minutes was well
over an hour.
But I got to work and did my bit, and for all that the
rain had stopped the journey home again took a lot longer than Google would
have me believe.
Once home we did the “Feed The Fish” ritual – my water
irises are flowering… if water irises is what they are. If not, something else
is flowering.
I can’t say that I worked especially hard today, but the
novelty of working has definitely worn off.
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