With an alarm set I was wide awake far too early this
morning and watching an episode of “The Handmaid’s Tale” at five
o’clock. Disappointingly the jubblies were flopped out in this morning’s
episode. I say “disappointingly” because (for all that I am a fan of
jubblies) their being flopped out in any TV series usually means the
writers have run out of ideas.
As I watched I listened out for that dog which has come
down the street barking at five o’clock every day this week. I was all set to
go out and have a word, but this morning either they walked somewhere else, or
they walked quietly.
I then had a little look at the Internet as I do. This
morning I didn’t see a single advert for anything. That was rather odd. There
was a petty squabble about some upcoming film in which Supergirl had pierced
ears. For some people that really was a matter of the utmost importance.
I got dressed and set off to work.
I hobbled out to the car and set off west-wards
through the -hursts and the -dens. As I drove I listened to the pundits
on the radio. The mayor of Manchester is looking set to jack in being mayor
in favour of being Prime Minister. He's got a sitting MP to stand down for
him... and in doing so has illustrated a strange procedural irregularity in our
parliamentary system. If an MP jacks it in then there has to be a public
election to replace them. However if the Prime Minister jacks it in then
there's no public election. This isn't news; this is well established and has
been going on for years. It's all a bit odd though. In practice it means that *if*
Andy Burnham gets elected as an MP he can then get straight in to the top job
pretty much right away. However there is a big "if". Where
he's standing had a total Reform UK vote in last week’s council elections. I
suspect he's going to fall at the first hurdle.
And there was an interview with the head honcho of the
company that makes the Raspberry Pi
computers. He was talking about delivery costs and plastic prices in such a
way that if it all got too expensive then his company could just make ice cream
or dog collars instead. For some people the profession isn't "insurance"
or "teaching" or "baker" or "farrier"
or "manufacturer". For some people the profession really is
"making a profit", and how they make that profit is entirely
secondary to what their company actually does. The chap was talking about
"bleeding edge technology". I laughed at him for getting the
phrase wrong. Surely he meant "leading edge technology". It
turned out that I was wrong and he was right. "Bleeding edge
technology" is a thing.
One lives and learns.
I stopped off at the Pembury Tesco to get a sandwich,
and whilst I was at it a bag (or three) of dog treats for tomorrow's Dog
Club. As always no one was operating the proper tills. I made a point of
checking the self-service tills to make sure I got the meal deal bargain (which
I did) but there was a minor hiccup with the dog treats. On the shelf the
label said "three for three pounds" but the machine said it
was three for three pounds fifty pence. Bearing in mind the squabble I'd had
with them last Saturday I really couldn't be arsed to bicker.
There was also a potential issue with the self-service
machine in that as I fed all my loose change into the machine I rather lost
count. Looking back I'm sure it must be my mistake, but I couldn't help but
feel that the machine took a quid too much. I've felt that before; next time I
shall be more strict with my counting.
I got to work where I did the best I could with my
dodgy back. Mind you the pain has moved into my right arse cheek. I'm OK
all the time I'm moving or still; it's getting up that hurts it. I managed to
wangle a day at the microscope which was probably as much sitting still as is
possible to do.
And at tea break in a novel break with tradition I had
some of the hot chocolate. It was rather nicer than the coffee. I would have
that more often... if it weren't about ten times the calories of a cup of
coffee.
Being on an early I escaped early. Not early enough to
do a tip run, but early enough to take a circuitous route home via Rolvenden’s
World of Water where were having a sale. I got a half-price aerator pump, and a
third-price grass carp. As long as the pump works and Morgan doesn’t eat the
little fish, this will be a bargain.
And “er indoors TM” got
a new bird feeder. Apparently this one doesn’t scatter seed everywhere… for the
simple reason that the birds are terrified of it and are yet to actually feed
from it.
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