I slept far better last night than I did the night
before, but was still wide awake at four o’clock. I gave up trying to sleep (as
I so often do), made toast and watched an episode of “Derek” then
had my usual peer into the Internet.
There was a lot of talk about proposals to move the tank in the Town Centre. Gifted to the
people of Ashford over a hundred years ago there are suggestions that the tank
should be moved to some museum in Dorset… Supposedly. Everyone was up in arms
saying the tank should stay where it is. The council has said they won’t do
anything without a full public consultation. No one would actually seem to have
made a formal suggestion, but everyone was incensed about what looks to be
baseless rumours.
And I saw a friend was celebrating a tenth wedding
anniversary. Is it really ten years ago? Yes - it was.
I Munzed, and taking care not to disturb anyone I got
ready for work.
As I drove I noticed that a local petrol station was
knocking petrol out at six pence a litre cheaper than it had been a couple of
days ago. I’d seen quite a few angry posts on local Facebook groups naming the
petrol station and threatening never again to buy from those who were blatantly
profiteering… I wonder if this price reduction was the result of a social media
campaign or just market forces in action… after all if you are going to sell
petrol at six pence per litre more than the other local garages, people are
going to go elsewhere.
I headed west-wards to Pembury. This morning the
pundits on the radio were talking about nothing but oil prices. President Trump
is apparently still claiming that the peace
negotiations are going well; so well that the Iranians have given him some big
gift (but he was rather vague on the details)
Meanwhile the Iranians are still saying there's
no negotiations going on. The sensible money seems to think that President
Trump is wasting time until the US armed forces get to the Middle East when he
will then use them to kick some arse.
With absolutely nothing else being reported on,
presumably there's nothing going on in Gaza, and ex-Prince Andrew hasn't porked
anyone recently?
I stopped off at Tesco to get a sandwich. Their meal
deal is ten pence cheaper than the one in Sainsbury's, but I did have to
contend with the young lads filling the shelves who were rather
passive-aggressively swearing at each other. It also bothered me that rather
than having staff operating the tills, it is all self-service with two or three
members of staff standing watching the customers with obvious contempt.
I got to work early and carried on with the IT testing
I’ve been doing recently. It was perhaps a tad frustrating at times, but it
made a change to my usual routine.
I came home. We did “FEED THE FISH”. “er
indoors TM” sorted us a cuppa, and I did a You-Gov
survey about this and that. It gave me two hundred points to my account, and as
that put me over five thousand points I got to redeem them. I chose to have
fifty quid in cash which has already been transferred to my bank account.
You-Gov isn’t the biggest of earners, but each survey takes
about five minutes, and I get fifty quid once a year or so, which has got to be
better than a poke up the bum with a sharp stick. If any of my loyal readers
fancy jumping on this gravy train let me know; I get points for recommending
people (I think).
We had a rather good dinner of enchiladas which we
washed down with a bottle of plonk whilst watching an episode of “Throw Down”.
I might regret the two glasses of amaretto I had for
dessert…
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