I was up far too early this morning. My heart sank as
I watched an episode of “The Man in the High Castle” as two of the main
protagonists became rather lesbidaceous, and another flopped the jubblies out.
Not that I’m taking any moral high ground here, but when this happened in “Game
of Thrones” it coincided with the writer obviously running out of ideas.
Let’s hope this isn’t the beginning of the end for what has been a rather good
show so far.
As I peered into Facebook I saw that our MP had posted
last night explaining why he had voted in favour of the Prime Minister not
being investigated. He wasn’t fooling anyone though. Leaving aside the total
waste of time it would be to investigate the Prime Minister, the real reason
our MP voted the way he did was because he’d been told to do so. Back in the
day in the run-up to the last general election he was claiming that black was
white and shit was sugar, but in retrospect he was just saying anything which
would endear him to the electorate. And have endeared himself and got elected
the chap now talks a good fight but has no opinions of his own. He simply
parrots that which the Labour party whips tell him to say, regardless of
anything he might have said in the past. As a life-long-leftie it bothers me
that actually having a Labour MP has turned out to be something of a
disappointment.
And I had an email thanking me. Regular readers of
this drivel may recall that last year I made a financial investment. I lent
someone called Edgar fifteen quid to help him finance a
pig farm in the Philippines. Edgar has now made a success of his pig farm and
has fully repaid his loans… and he’s repaid me thirteen pounds and eighty-one
pence. Now I’m no financial wizard, but I rather thought that when I invested
fifteen quid I would get more than fifteen quid back… I always thought that was
how “an investment” worked.
However rather than cashing in my profit, last night I
decided to speculate to accumulate and I’ve lent it to another pig farm; this
one in Ecuador. I put up a post on Facebook last night suggesting
people might like to also invest in struggling third world businesses. This
morning I got a little thank you because someone had clicked on the link I’d
put up and had signed up themselves. If anyone else fancies having a go, here’s
the link.
And it would seem that Munzee aren’t doing Clan War
any more. That’s a shame – it has been something which has kept me out of
mischief for some time. However nil desperandum… Munzee are launching “Gauntlet
Games” which to my untutored eye looks to be exactly the same as Clan War
in all but name.
I set the dishwasher going, and got ready for the
early shift.
I went down the road to my car taking care not to trip
over the same cable that I saw charging the electric car yesterday. It
had been over the pavement for over twelve hours... According to Sections 162
and 178 of the Highways Act 1980, it
is illegal to place a wire or apparatus over, along, or across a
public highway...
I was tempted to pretend I'd gone arse over tit over
it and see if I might get some compensation. After all, if I don't someone else
will.
I set off to work listening to the news. The
King is still in America... I originally wondered if he mightn't have done
better by staying away, but he seems to be impressing President Trump. Maybe
his going there was for the best?
I got to work and realised I'd forgotten to pop in at
Sainsburys for a sandwich. I had a look at the works branch of M&S instead
and wished I hadn't. You can get a decent sandwich snack and drink and change
out of four quid from Sainsburys. M&S wanted six quid for a rather manky
looking sandwich, a rather miniscule bag of crisps and a tiny bottle of
water.
I went to the hospital's league of friends shop
instead... It was still more expensive than Sainsbury's, but nowhere near
as grim as what M&S were offering.
Work was work... could you believe that none of my
colleagues had heard of Mrs McCave?
And as I scoffed my sandwich from the hospital's
league of friends shop my Kindle app told me it had given me an award for being
“bookish”.
Being on an early I got out early and came home to
find that electric car down the road was still being charged. How long does it
take to charge an electric car from a living room socket?
“er indoors TM” boiled
up some rather good fajitas which we washed down with a rather grim bottle of
plonk. If ever you feel tempted to get outside of a bottle of “Drop Anchor”
personally I wouldn’t bother. If you
ever find yourself in possession of a bottle of the stuff… I’ve had worse.
We followed it up with half a bottle of amaretto as we
watched three episodes of “The Orville”… I’ve heard the show described as
the best series of Star Trek that we never had, and that’s probably not an unfair
description.
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