I had another of those nights where I woke feeling full of
energy and raring to go only to find it wasn’t even one o’clock. I then dozed
on and off until finally giving up and getting up at five o’clock.
I made toast and watched an episode of “Orange is the
New Black” then had my usual peer in to the Internet. It was relatively
dull today, but a few people were talking about the start of the holiday. It
took me a little while to realise that they meant Easter. Quite a few people
are now on a two-week holiday. I can’t complain – these days my life is much
more holiday than it ever used to be.
I went round to the co-op to get dinner which was
easier said than done. The self-service machines were both poggered and the
woman in front of me in the queue... oh dear. When she came to pay she just
waved her bank card in the air in much the same way that Harry Potter might
wave a magic wand. The woman behind the till had to take the card off of her
and show her how to use it.
I got to the motorway and was rather dismayed to see
that some genius had re-installed the stupidity that is Operation Brock. Again
there were cars mixed in with the lorries in the coast-bound carriageway, and
again there was too much traffic going far too fast in the London-bound
carriageway. But the those at Kent County Council know best...
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about
the world's reaction to the tariffs President Trump has
put on them. Interestingly some American spokesman was on saying that the UK
government should shut its rattle and be grateful that the tariffs on the UK
are less than half of that on the EU.
No one wanted to address why Russia doesn't face any
tariffs.
And there was talk about the disaster relief
operations in Myanmar. The general consensus was that it is now too late to
expect to find anyone else still alive, and pointed comments were made about
the lack of American response to the earthquake.
Not that I'm in any way defending them, but I can see
the American point of view. For years the USA has been there in the
forefront of international disaster relief. But now that the orange idiot
has done his level best to trash the American economy they've got to make
savings.
I got to work, and as I had a cuppa before I started I
had a little phone call. One of the journalists at Radio Kent has recently
discovered geocaching and they were doing a feature on it this morning. Would I
talk to her about it? I did. I’m told that the interview I gave was broadcast
at about half past ten.
And I had an email at work. There's a new position
being advertised. They want someone to oversee training in pathology labs
across the county. Back in the day I'd have jumped for a job like this.
Nowadays I just want a quiet life.
Tea time was good - there were doughnuts. Mind you at
two hundred calories a go, that was over one tenth of my daily calorie
allowance on one bun.
I came home where “Daddies’ Little Angel TM” and “Darcie
WaaWaa TM” have come to stay for the weekend. I’m worn out already.
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