I woke this morning feeling full of energy and raring
to go... at twenty past one. I then didn't sleep for more than twenty minutes
at a time. I gave up and got up at five o'clock, and watched an episode of
"Big Mouth" as I scoffed toast.
I set off in the general direction of work... stopping
off to deliver a birthday card on the way. Back in the day that's what postmen
used to do. These days we get post every other day at best, and (quite
frankly) if you want a job done, do it yourself.
I also went to the petrol station. I might have spent
a bit more money getting petrol in Ashford rather than Aylesford, but the
petrol station in Ashford has sandwiches first thing in the morning. The
carrots with houmous and the flavoured water took some finding though. Nothing
ever seems to stay in the same place in the Ashford Sainsbury's petrol station.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were doing their
usual thing. There was talk about diets; apparently low calorie diets can cause
depression. That would possibly explain why I've had the hump for the last
few months?
And there was talk about nationalising the Thames Water
company after some potential
buyer backed out of buying it. There was an interview with some chap whose
garden fills with sewage every time there's heavy rain because the pumping
station (which he can see from his turd-filled garden) doesn't actually
pump. The pundits then played a recording from yesterday's parliamentary
session in which the minister for something-or-other said that the government
didn't want to nationalise Thames Water as it would cost too much. It probably
would right now; it was suggested that the company should be left to go bust (which
it was claimed wouldn't take long), and once bust the investors wouldn't
actually have anything for the government to buy out. The government could then
start from scratch where the failed Thames water left off. Harsh? Perhaps, but
the current scheme ain't working, is it?
I got to work rather earlier than I might, and went
for a little walk; Munzing as I went. As I went I got a frog cubimal out of a
qrate, and got a gold qrate too. Never a dull moment in Munzee, eh?
After a mile I was back at work, so I went in and made
myself a cuppa and struggled with Wordle. C-ASE ? The missing letter
wasn't an H... It took me an age to work out what it was.
At tea break I treated myself to a cheese scone. Last
year I had one of those every day. This year being on a diet I haven't. That's
saved just over a quid and three hundred calories a day, and helped shift two
stone. Admittedly I might be a lot more miserable for it, but (apparently)
that's diets for you.
At tea break I also started re-reading an old
favourite book of mine. I first read "The Many
Coloured Land" and its sequels over forty years ago. I've since
read them at least once every year, but they are such good books. Every time I
re-read them I see a new plot element that I missed last time.
“er indoors TM” boiled up dinner
which we washed down with a bottle of plonk whilst watching this week’s episode
of “Bake Off: The Professionals”. Sometimes I wonder what might have
happened if I’d pursued the career at the Harbour Restaurant rather than in
blood testing. I might have been on telly cooking things.
The trouble with a bottle of plonk for dinner is that I
will be fast asleep from nine o’clock this evening… and wide awake at two o’clock
tomorrow morning.
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