The dogs were restless in the night and woke me
shortly after two o'clock. I dozed on and off; finally giving up and
getting up at half past four. I made toast and watched another episode of
"Harlots" which was remarkably true to life in that the decent
people got shat upon whilst the evil and self-centred prospered. There's a
lesson there for all of us.
I put my brekkie stuff into the dishwasher (that I
didn't set going last night) and set it going. That would be a little
pressie for “er indoors TM” when
she got up. And taking care not to disturb anyone I got ready for work and set
off. The roads were very quiet today. I only saw four other cars in the ten
miles between home and turning off of the A28 at Tenterden. I saw seven more as
I drove along the A262, but things were busier on the A21; with
twenty-four cars between Lamberhurst and work I saw over twice the amount of
cars on the last six miles of the trip than I did on the first twenty-two.
As I drove I listened to the pundits on the radio.
there was a surprisingly interesting article about how noisy it is in
prison, and an interview with an archaeologist who has chucked in his trowel
and become a sheep farmer in the Shetlands.
I got to work and cracked on with a rather busy
morning. I would rather not have had to do so, but there it was. And it
was raining anyway so I wasn't missing much.
Sadly the little shop in Sissinghurst was closed at
half past six this morning, so I couldn't get one of the really good pasties
they do. Instead I had to throw myself on the mercy of the works canteen.
The food's not bad... but there's no denying that the other works canteen I
sometimes frequent at the weekends is much better.
I came home to an empty house; “er
indoors TM” had taken the dogs out.
I sat on the sofa and had a little doze until they all came home (soaking
wet) half an hour later.
I had a shower. I did some puzzles on chess dot com. I
wrote up some CPD.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up cottage pie which we scoffed whilst watching a couple of episodes of “The Floor”
which is quite engrossing… all the times the rounds are on subjects about which
I have any idea. This evening’s rounds on soap stars and Eurovision were anyone’s
guess, but I’m claiming a victory on the Team GB round when I identified “him
who does the knitting”.
We’re now watching the Winter Olympics… the pairs
skating… Am I being a tad puritanical in thinking that the more the skaters
lack in talent, the less they wear? The last one might as well have been in the
nip for all that her costume kept secret.
I must admit I’m watching it purely in the hope that either
someone ends up flat on their arse or their tit pops out. And as I typed that
so, the Canadian girl went face first into the ice…
I’m feeling rather washed out this evening. I hope I’m
not sickening for something…
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