I was sleeping like a log when my phone went
absolutely mental in the small hours with no end of notifications despite its
internet connections being switched off. Just as I was nodding off again so “er
indoors TM” took Treacle for a “quiet”
tiddle. I wasn’t getting back to sleep after that.
I got up, made toast and had watched an episode of “Derek”
before having a look at the Internet. Nothing much had changed overnight. I had
some emails… people had been out in Kings Wood looking for my geocaches. I’d
replaced a missing one a couple of weeks ago – these people had found the
original.
There wasn’t much else happening on-line at half past
five this morning so I got ready for work and set off.
I drove west-wards through the -hursts and the -dens.
It was rather dark and rather foggy this morning. As I drove the pundits on the
radio were talking about the war in the Middle East which Donald Trump now
claims will be over in a couple of weeks. That bloke says a lot of things…
sadly much of which turns out not to be the truth. Is he bending the truth to suit his agenda?
Is he deliberately lying? I realised that my experience of the bloke is purely
that which I see of him in the news, but he reminds me of the more
feeble-minded cub scouts with which I dealt with as a scout leader many years
ago. The rather simple children would just spout the first things that came
into their heads. It can be rather endearing in an immature eight year old, but
it is rather worrying in a world leader.
I suppose (if nothing else) it is yet another
example of the ultimate futility of democracy.
There was also talk about the Artemis II which is supposedly
going up later. I hope it does. There was someone on the radio from the Open
University being interviewed on the radio this morning who echoed what I said
yesterday; the Americans are running scared that the Chinese will get to the
Moon first (this time).
I stopped off at Tesco where I got a sandwich and
filled the self-service machine with all the change from Saturday’s Dog Club.
The staff didn’t care today, but the old biddy in the queue behind me wasn’t
happy about it. She was giving a running commentary to anyone who would listen
about how much change I was putting in the machine and how long she’d been
waiting to use the machine herself. For no reason that I could work out it was (apparently)
vital that she had to use the machine I was using; the other seven just weren’t
good enough for her.
I got to work and had a very busy day. I’ve mentioned
before that I wouldn’t recommend working anywhere that regularly has “Red
Alert” declared. Unlike Captain Kirk’s our Red Alerts don’t involve coming
under phaser fire from irate Klingons, but I’d still rather not have them.
I was glad when it was home time. And being on the
early meant I got home much earlier than usual.
I had a vague idea of taking the dogs to the woods,
bit once we’d done “FEED THE FISH” they all went back to sleep, so I
didn’t bother.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up Katsu chicken which we scoffed whilst watching “The Hunt:
Prey vs Predator”. It’s a rather good show not entirely unlike the wide
games I used to play with my mates in the sand quarry at Fairlight with my
mates fifty years ago. And the kit they wear puts me in mind of the seventies
sci-fi show “Logan’s Run”.
I’d like to stay up to watch the Artemis II launch,
but I’m falling asleep and it don’t go up till nearly half past eleven…
