I had a rather bad night. Just as I finally nodded off
so “er
indoors TM” started an argument
with one of the dogs (possibly Bailey).
I got up at six o’clock, made toast and watched an
episode of the remake of “Upstairs Downstairs”. Being made by the BBC
each of the episodes are of the same length. This morning’s episode featured (in
large part) the rise of fascism in Europe in the 1930s, and struck several
chords with today’s political climate.
I set off to work through heavy rain. As I drove there
was a lot of talk about Prince Harry and precisely what he will and won’t be
doing. The King has announced that Harry will be a “non-working
royal”. Some commentator being interviewed this morning was
talking about how his role is incredibly vague and “lots of lines are being
blurred”. It would seem that he’s left America and come back to the UK
where it is somewhat easier to get on the gravy train, but what do I know?
And then the sports news came on. It dragged on and
on. Surely there’s only so many times anyone can say “blah blah sport”?
But only a few short weeks since the football world cup, the European football thing has started. I
wouldn’t mind if football wasn’t so tedious, but can anyone seriously say that
after watching ten minutes of a game of football you haven’t seen all that the
game has to offer?
I went to Sainsbury’s to get a sandwich and had to
queue up. I like to empty the change from Dog Club into the self-service
machines, but there were *loads* of schoolkids queueing up to use those
cash only self-service machines. I suppose they wouldn’t have cards, would
they.
I’d left home half an hour later than usual when on a
core shift. What with the schoolkids in Sainsburys and the really busy roads
I’m going to go back to leaving silly-early for work. I’d rather have a far
less stressful drive and no waiting about to pay for dinner. And I quite like a
bit of peace and quiet before the aggro
of the day starts.
I got to work and cracked on with the aggro of the
day. It was rather hard work today, my carpal tunnel syndrome was playing up
all day long and the tinnitus meant that there was a constant buzzing sound
too.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a rather good bit of Chinese which we washed down with a bottle of plonk
whilst watching more “Young Sheldon”.
Today’s been a tad dull… my arm still hurts and my
ears are still ringing.
And it is four years since the late Queen died…
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