Again with an alarm set I woke far too early. I made
toast and watched another episode of "Harlots" which was
rather good. The scriptwriters have now got away from flopping out the
jubbliles every so often and moved on to actually having a plot.
I had a very quick look at the Internet. What with all
the rain yesterday the underpass near Asda had flooded again, and the Facebook
page devoted to that underpass flooding was full of whinging. I asked if anyone
(other than me) had contacted the councillors or our Member of
Parliament about the issue. From the comments it was quite clear that no one
wanted the flooding to actually get dealt with; everyone would far rather have
something to whinge about
Taking great care not to wake anyone I got dressed.
Have you ever got dressed in the dark? Not getting your undercrackers on back
to front is simple enough, but socks can be tricky.
I looked out of the window and saw the cars outside
were iced up.
I’d checked the weather forecast just before I went to
bed last night. The forecast from eleven o’clock last night until this morning
had been cloudy but with no rain and temperatures of about five degrees. There
was also a formal warning for ice and snow. How did that work? Only one could
be right.
Sadly it was the warning about the ice.
I scraped the ice off of the car’s windscreen and
drove west-wards expecting the roads to be terrible having seen loads of photos
of floods on the local Facebook pages yesterday. They weren't that bad really;
there was a large puddle at London Beach (just north of Tenterden) but
other than that the roads were quite passable.
As I drove I listened to the radio as I do. The
pundits on the radio were broadcasting from Cardiff where they are gearing up
for elections to the Welsh parliament. Apparently Reform UK look set to get at
least a third of the vote. And that is despite Reform UK not having a leader in
Wales, nor having published any policies or manifestos. One in three people
have already decided who they are voting for with no idea of what they are
voting for. Don't get me wrong - I'm not saying Reform UK will be bad for Wales.
I'm saying that we have absolutely no way of knowing what they are promising,
but one in three Welsh people clearly don't care. Democracy, eh?
And there were interviews with disgruntled Cornish fishermen. In the past
they made their living from selling the crabs and lobsters they caught, but
more and more their crab and lobster pots are coming up full of empty shells.
Apparently octopi are eating all the crabs and lobsters and dumping the empty
shells in the pots.
There was a minor result as I got my sandwich in
Tesco; as I pocketed my change I saw a fiver laying on the floor by the
self-service checkout. Had I dropped it, or had it been there all
along? At worst I'd broken even, and at best I was a fiver up on the
day.
I went in to work, and did my thing. By nine o'clock
I'd walked more steps than I'd walked all day yesterday.
I did spend a little while sulking though. Yesterday
had been a very dull day as the constant heavy rain had stopped me doing
anything. Today might not have been the best day, but it was dry. We could have
gone a few miles round the woods. We might have got muddy, but we could have
got a decent walk in.
But on the plus side was a little biccie at tea time.
Being on an early made for an early finish, and I had
most of the drive home in daylight. “er indoors TM” boiled
up bacon, egg and chips and we tried to watch more episodes of “The Traitors:
Ireland” whilst Treacle squeaked like a thing possessed. Having wolfed down
all her biscuits she was adamant that she should have Bailey’s half-dozen
biccies too. Treacle is such a greedy thing.
Dogs, eh?
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