I was wide awake far earlier than I might have been
this morning. Having Treacle tangled in the CPAP machine’s hose didn’t help. I
was reminded of one of the more simple minded cub scouts at camp one year who
deliberately embroiled himself in a load of tent guy ropes then got in a total
panic because he was stuck… and then did it all again.
I made toast and watched another episode of “Everyone
Else Burns” which again brought back so many memories from my days of
crackpot religion, then I had a look at the Internet.
My Facebook feed featured quite a few photos from
yesterday. Yesterday was “World Book Day” which in theory is a brilliant
idea. Sadly the application leaves something to be desired. You’d think that “World
Book Day” would involve all sorts of events and activities at schools.
Reading out excepts from your favourite book, acting out scenes, discussing
motivations…
Sadly “World Book Day” is all about dressing up
as your favourite character. And if your favourite character is actually from a
cartoon on the telly and not from a book, then who cares? Certainly not the
teachers; most of whom wouldn’t seem to have the faintest idea anyway. I found
myself remembering a particularly vicious squabble from my time in (sadly
long-dead) organised Star Trek fandom in which people who couldn’t be
bothered to read a book would use the phrase “graphic novel” where
everyone else would use the phrase “comic”.
I wandered off down the road to find my car. Despite
it being a Friday there were absolutely no signs of the bin men being about.
The bins hadn't been emptied and hadn’t been left completely blocking the
pavement, and no one was shouting swear words. Perhaps they've turned over a
new leaf... or got the hump and weren't coming?
I drove round to Sainsburys to get petrol and a
sandwich. Being at the Ashford Sainsburys petrol station at half past six means
that you get a very limited choice of sandwiches. Basically it's yesterday's
leftovers or go without. Which is more than you get at the Aylesford Sainsbury
petrol station who ding out their sarnies every evening and there's
absolutely nothing to be had until they fill the shelves at some point in the
mid-morning.
I had the choice of a dozen sandwiches left from
yesterday. I got the ham and cheese one for the simple reason that it was the
only one that didn't feature bacon. Eleven of the twelve leftover sandwiches
had bacon in them. I've never understood why bacon is so popular and have
always felt that the stuff is over-rated. It wouldn't bother me if I never had
bacon ever again. Clearly I'm not alone in thinking that.
I got my petrol and set off to work. As I drove the
pundits on the radio were talking about the war in the Middle East.
Perhaps I'm being cynical in thinking this is just the latest chapter in an
ongoing and never-ending conflict. This morning there was talk about how Iran
is now launching attacks on Saudi Arabia and Qatar for seemingly no other
reason than that it could.
I couldn't help but wonder if Prince Andrew has
redeemed himself and the Gaza and Ukrainian situations are now totally resolved
as all of those topics were headline news a few days ago but none warranted a
mention today.
I got to work and made myself a cuppa and did Wordle
before I started. Yesterday I started Wordle with "wanky" if
only to see if the word would be accepted. It was, and so today I started with
"shite" which was also allowed. And I had an email. The
geo-feds were happy with the letter of permission I'd got from Forestry
England, so we are all circuits go for a Midsummer's Eve picnic...
Work was work; being on the early it was still light
when I got home. Raining, but still light. I made the most of the light and the
rain by chucking a couple of buckets of diluted bleach round where I’d smelled
mouse and rat wee the other day. Having given the area a bit of a dousing the
rain would wash it clean… and hopefully Bailey won’t be quite so obsessed with
hunting round the area.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up chicken and chips which we scoffed whilst watching Danny Dyer’s Caravan
Park which is amazingly entertaining, and then a couple of episodes of “Motherland”.
I’ve worked two days on the trot… I’m worn out.
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