I had something of an early night but woke at ten to
two and then just dozed on and off until finally giving up and trying to get up
at half past four. “Trying” being the operative phrase… whatever damage
I’d done doing the heavy lifting hadn’t got any better overnight.
I watched the last episode of “The Man In The High
Castle” as I scoffed brekkie. It was a shame that having been a really good
show I had to go onto the Internet to find out what the ending was all about.
And whilst I was there I had a look at the Internet. Nothing was happening at
half past five so I gingerly got up and took little while getting ready for
work.
I hobbled out to the car and set off west-wards
through the -hursts and the -dens. It was too early for the weekend news on the
radio. Instead there was some utter tripe about the restoration of some
heathland. What would have made rather good viewing on the telly made for
rather rubbish listening on the radio. There's only so much description and
being told to look at the pictures on the website that I can stand.
I switched over to my MP3 stick and sang along to Ivor
Biggun.
I stopped off in Pembury's Tesco for lunch. Had I been
at Maidstone today I would have tried the works canteen, but the Pembury one
isn’t the same.
Tesco’s meal-deal looked good today - a barbecue
chicken salad rather than a sandwich. When I came to pay, the self-service
machine wanted the thick end of a tenner, and when I complained the poor little
boy in the Tesco costume ran off to fetch his boss. There was quite the
discussion amongst various members of staff as they tried to decide who it was
that would have to tell me that what I wanted wasn't in the meal deal.
Am I that scary?
The chap who drew the short straw was adamant that the
thing wasn't in the meal deal, and was not impressed when I pointed out the
sign that said it was. He breathed an obvious sigh of relief when I said that
I'd have the coronation chicken sandwich instead, but seemed utterly
disinterested in removing the clearly wrong sign.
I went in to the early shift where I sulked. Saturday
morning is usually Steve on the radio doing the "Guess the Lyrics"
then Dog Club followed by Steve on the radio doing the Mystery Year. I missed
all of that today.
But an early start made for an early finish. I came
home to three dogs who were incredibly excited to see me. We did “FEED THE
FISH” and they were then asleep within a couple of minutes.
I had a cuppa and counted the takings from Dog Club.
We ask for a donation of one pound fifty per dog… there was twenty-seven quid
and seventeen pence in the pot. What was that all about?
Chris arrived, and we spent a little while in the
garden talking water features. Chris is keen to get one, but there’s more to
them than just pretty splashy things. Ones at ground level look very nice but
unearthing the pump for maintenance can be hard work. Splashy ones look pretty
but soon empty the reservoir.
Steve and Sarah joined us, and we had a rather good
evening on the Infinity Table. A game of “Game of Life” and a game of “Sorry”
in both of which I didn’t quite come last.
And then a game of “Ticket to Ride” in which I
had a plan, and I amazed myself at just how well that plan worked…
My back still hurts…
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