Treacle woke me at half past four. She’d got off the
bed and was whinging that she wanted to get back on. I got up and helped her
up, and then Bailey wanted a tiddle. By the time she’d played silly beggars in
the garden I was wide awake.
I made toast and watched the last episode of the first
season of the re-make of “Lost In Space”. Like the original series it is
entertaining enough provided you don’t actually think about it. If you do you
realise that the premise is nonsense. It’s somewhat akin to ending up in the
Amazonian rain forest whilst taking a wrong turn on your way from the back door
to the shed.
I then had a little look at the Internet. It was much
the same as ever. No one had done anything of note, but plenty of people were
posting poorly written misinformation.
I Munzed, and got ready for work.
It was very dark and rather wet as I drove off to
work. I completely forgot the road works in Chart Road, but they didn't delay
me (much). I drove up the motorway listening to the pundits on the radio
who were broadcasting from an oil rig in the North Sea for no reason that I
could fathom, but the interviews with the workers there were interesting. They
do two weeks of twelve hour shifts, and then have three weeks off. But when off
shift there's nowhere to go (as they are on an oil rig in the middle of the
North Sea).
There was then a lot of talk about the government's
early release scheme. Prisoners are being released early as there's not enough
prison spaces. People who were in the previous government that didn't build
enough prisons were queuing up to find fault with the current government who is
trying to deal with the mess they have been left. The Conservatives being interviewed
felt it unacceptable for prisoners to be released early, and felt it was
unacceptable for there not to be enough prison spaces (even though that was
their fault). What did they want.. The next ten thousand people who are
convicted and given a prison sentence should get executed? Regardless of what
they've done, just execute them? That *would* relieve the pressure on an
overcrowded prison service.
Or maybe we might just release prisoners early and
give them community service or set them to breaking rocks...
It is so easy to find fault with anything, but coming
up with a workable solution... that takes some doing.
Pausing only briefly to avoid getting tail-ended by a
French minibus I popped into Sainsburys where I boiled the piss of the
pinch-faced harridan who guards the self-service tills. I always empty my loose
change into those machines; she really doesn't like it.
I went into work where I was incredibly hungry. I have the same brekkie every
day. When not at work it does me fine, and I usually have a four-mile trek
round the woods as well. When at work I'm ravenous a couple of hours after
brekkie.
Work was work; I skived off mid-morning to get my flu
jab. I get it every year. There's those who bang on about how bad vaccinations
are; it boils my piss that these people can be so stupid and still be allowed
to vote and do jury service, but there it is. A sore arm for a day, and I don't
die of influenza. I see that as a result.
Less of a result was that of one of my colleagues who
had a phone call during the day to say that her cat had peed on her coat, and
had to slip off early to get a new one. Coat that is, not cat.
An early start made for an early finish. I checked
Google Maps to see what the traffic was like on the way home. Google reckoned
that there was less traffic down Chart Road than in the town centre, so I
believed it.
There was a *lot* of traffic down Chart Road. I
shall try coming through the town centre tomorrow.
I got home about half an hour later than I might have
done. We did “FEED THE FISH” (to Treacle’s delight), and “er
indoors TM” sorted pork chops which
we scoffed whilst watching more “Lego Masters” and then this week’s “Bake
Off”.
I’m feeling all in. Was it the early start or the flu
jab?
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