I woke at four o’clock which with an alarm set was
something of a result. I got up and spent an age trying to find something to
watch on Netflix. I eventually settled on something called “Master of None” which was rather
rubbish really.
I then had a little look t the internet which was
rather quiet at half past five this morning. A friend was posting from his
second Sicilian flat… He’s just bought another flat in Sicily. Holiday homes
are all very well, but personally I’m not keen on the travelling to and fro. I
sent out a birthday wish, and with not a lot else happening I got ready for
work.
As I drove to work the pundits on the radio were
talking about the Bayeux tapestry which arrived at the
British Museum in the small hours and will be in the UK for a year.
For years I thought the Bayeux tapestry and the Hastings Embroidery were the same thing mainly
because our teachers at Red Lake Primary School told is that they were. Not
that anyone who lives outside of Hastings would ever have heard of either
before today. I can remember our teachers at school making such an issue about
it/them.
And there was talk about Anne Widdecombe who died overnight. Everyone seems to
think she was a wonderful old duck following her appearance on Strictly Come
Dancing; no one seems to remember what she stood for. Her voting record in
parliament showed she was against gay rights, consistently voted against
allowing terminally ill people to be given assistance to end their life, always
voted against measures to prevent climate change, and thought the unelected
House of Lords was a good thing.
I stopped off at the petrol station in Pembury where
the stuff was five pence per litre cheaper than it was at home. I saved myself
over two quid... which I then blew in Tesco not realising that the berries
snack pot was classed as a main meal and not a snack, and consequently wasn't
included in the meal deal.
As I queued to find this out, so some idiot woman was
holding up the queue by gossiping at anyone who came within shouting distance.
Work was work. We had the inspectors in. Perhaps I'm
getting old, but the inspector who sat with me this morning looked as though he
was about twelve years old. Back in the day the bulk of laboratory inspections
were carried out by recently retired lab staff.
Being on an early, home time came early (it does
that). I drove home listening to the Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy MP3s
I downloaded. They were a tad fizzy in places, but something for nothing is
always good. I can (vaguely) remember tuning in to them when they were
on the radio nearly fifty years ago. I can also remember other things on the
radio from back then. The Grumbleweeds (although incredibly dire on the
telly) were rather funny on the radio, and Roy Castle used to have a very
amusing radio show too. I wonder if I can get copies of those?
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a rather good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching more episodes
of “The Traitors USA”. It was entertaining enough…
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