Another hot and restless night, but I managed to stay
in my pit until seven o’clock which was a minor result. I made toast and had a
look at the Internet. It was still there.
This morning my Facebook feed was filled with adverts
for pubs and beer festivals. Quite a few of them, but the closest being a
hundred and twenty miles away. Getting adverts for shops and services half-way
across the country is a regular occurrence on Facebook. Personally I’d never
pay to advertise anything other than a mail-order business on there.
You’d think that the software would somehow be able to
target the marketing a little better.
I Munzed; our guild had reached the second of our
monthly targets. And we made an early start on our walk today. I had a plan to
get out before it got too hot, but by the time we’d driven a mile the
temperature on my car’s thermometer had gone up by two more degrees. We
abandoned the idea of Kings Wood and went to Orlestone instead. We walked a
shorter walk avoiding swamps and fox poo, but saw far more people than we
usually do on our walks.
When we got home I couldn’t park. I couldn’t reverse
into the space as the idiot driver from Clearabee was only inches from the back
end of my car. I drove forward so he could pass… only he wouldn’t. He remained
inches behind my car. And when I pulled up at the side of the road he too
pulled up. I just sat and waited. Eventually he reversed and passed, whilst the
chap in the passenger seat glared at me.
Once home I made us both a cuppa and heard the news
that the Prime
Minister has resigned. I can’t pretend to be
a fan of the chap, but he’d achieved
quite a bit in his short time in office. Sadly what he hadn’t
done was to entertain and amuse the masses. As we’d driven to the woods this
morning the pundits on the radio had been talking about how Prime Ministers
don’t seem to last any length of time these days. The blame was put on the
fickle electorate who want to be amused. Look at the success of that idiot
Donald Trump who says black is white and good is bad, and when he can never
deliver that which he’s promised he immediately finds a scapegoat to blame. Or
consider the antics of Boris Johnson…
I Wordled from “guild” to “ovate” in
five goes. “Ovate” means egg-shaped, and I got it randomly as it was the
only word that fitted given the letters I had left.
I marked trainee’s work, I wrote up some
CPD (not done that over the last two weeks’ holiday),
and then went to have a look at just how hot it was in the garden.
It was hot. Too hot to be farting about putting the
wishing well together. I didn’t want to be heaving and sawing in the heat, so I
just contented myself by gently trimming back the jungles coming over the
fences from next door. And with those trimmed I had a little doze, then played
some more Meowdoku.
I then announced that it was time to “FEED THE FISH”,
not that this came as any surprise to Treacle. She has a built-in timer when it
comes to food. She knows that half past three is fish feeding time, and is rarely
more than a minute or two off at dinner time and chicken foot time either.
I voomed round with the watering can, and then got the
hair trimmer out and gave myself a haircut. Speaking with various people over
the weekend it would seem that you pay over sixteen quid for a short back and
slap at the barber’s these days. Stuff that !!
“er indoors TM” went
bowling. I cracked on with the ironing whilst watching another episode of “The
Handmaid’s Tale”. Like so many other shows it started very well, but now
that it’s got to the fourth season it is fast running out of steam.
I’ve got to go to work tomorrow. That will come as
something of a shock…
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