I woke at two o'clock, and again at three o'clock, and
again at quarter past three... by the time half past five came I was fed up
with it and I got up. There was a minor hiccup when I came to use the loo - the
light switch is broken and tiddling in the dark can be something of a game if
you don't know where to aim.
I made toast and as I scoffed it, I watched something
new on Netflix. I'm now three episodes in, and I still can't decide if "Future Man" is either
really good or really bad; I can't make my mind up. It would help if the script
writer didn't keep having the characters point out just how derivative the show
is of other sci-fi shows. Realistically there are very few new ideas on telly and
nowhere more so than in sci-fi.
As I watched telly so I heard the bin men going up the
road. I got dressed and weaved my way through the discarded bins to my car. The
bin men had again left the bins in such a way as to totally block the
pavement. I really should get on to my local councillor about it... I've
contacted her in the past and not found her to be very helpful. And it would
seem she's missed more council meetings than she's showed up for.
I'll drop her a line and see what happens.
As I drove to work the pundits on the radio were
talking about that idiot Donald Trump who was claiming that the rest of the
world had contributed pretty much nothing to the conflict in
Afghanistan.
Offence had been taken round the world. I can't help
but think that the global community do themselves no favours by taking Donald
Trump seriously. He's got a proven track record of saying all sorts of
confrontational and outrageous statements which he then either completely
forgets that he ever said or backtracks entirely. At the beginning of the week
there was all sorts of talk about tariffs against anyone who opposed his
proposed annexation of Greenland. Now, that's all dead in the water.
The international community should treat him like an
idiot toddler, smile at him, pat him on the head, take no notice, and get on
with the serious business of running the world safe in the knowledge that
whatever he says he will do today bears no relation to what he will say
he will do tomorrow.
I went to Sainsburys to get lunch, then joined the
traffic jam in Hermitage lane. It took as long to drive the mile up that road
as it did to drive the twenty-five miles from home to the bottom of that road.
I wouldn't have minded if anyone had actually been doing anything in those road
works. You'd think there would be some law saying that if a major thoroughfare
is to be closed for road works, then those road works have to actually happen,
wouldn't you?
Work was work. I did my bit. This evening there was
far less traffic trying to get through
the road works at peak time than there had been at half past seven this
morning.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up fish and chips which we scoffed watching the final of “Junior Bake Off”,
and after that the final of “The Traitors”. I won’t give spoilers, but
what are we going to watch on the telly now…
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