The anti-emetic worked in that Treacle had a good
night’s sleep. I suppose I did; I slept through till half past four. I tried to
get back to sleep, but that wasn’t happening.
I got up, made toast and watched another episode of “Minimum
Wage” which wasn’t bad but now I’ve seen two episodes I find myself
thinking it is a complete rip-off of “Superstore”. I suppose that if
the formula worked once, why not try it again?
I had my usual look at the Internet. This morning my
Facebook feed was crawling with adverts from insurance companies. I’d renewed
the household insurance yesterday so these adverts were all a day too late.
This is the trouble with “targeted
advertising”. By the time the search engines
figure out what you are looking for, you’ve already bought it. It’s very good
for seeing what you should have bought, but not much help in actually getting
it in the first place.
Three months ago I was ranting about
how many pubs are closing and mentioned that the Halfway House in Challock was
to re-open. The place did re-open… and would seem to have closed down again. It lasted three
months. The news had appeared on several local Facebook pages this morning. There
was quite a bit of bitterness from many who felt that the place’s failure was
entirely the fault of the locals who weren’t spending enough money in the place.
That struck me as a rather unfair position to take; why should anyone be
responsible for the success or failure of someone else’s business just because
that business is just down the road from them? Am I under an obligation to
spend my hard-earned money feathering someone else’s nest just because they’ve
built that nest nearby? Surely it’s up to a pub (or any business) to
drum up its own trade?
There’s two very good pubs within a five-minute drive
of the Halfway House which we’ve visited a few times (The Red Lion in
Badlesmere and the Coach and Horses at Longbeech North). Going into
competition with those two was a tad silly, wasn’t it?
I got ready for work and again set off west-wards
through the -hursts and the -dens. As I drove I listened to the pundits on the
radio who were talking about how the American electorate has handed Donald
Trump’s arse to him on a plate. He’d apparently told
everyone to vote Republican as if it was his name on the ballot paper, and the
considered opinion was that was just what the electorate had done.
However bearing in mind how he carries on, if he just
declares the election null and void I doubt there’s anyone with the balls to
stand up to him.
Closer to home the EU and the UK have announced a deal to scrap red tape
introduced by Brexit. There were interviews with people based in the UK who
sold seed potatoes and others who sell shellfish. Both said that it was easier
to export to the Far East that it was to export to Europe. Both said it was
because of Brexit, and both said that we didn’t get the Brexit that had been
promised. I can’t help but think that it is ten years too late to start raking
up that squabble, but what do I know?
I stopped off at Tesco again to get lunch. Again those
putting the sandwiches out had a serious attitude.
I went in for the early shift and the second day of
the new computer… I try not to mention work on here but I’ll just say that it
wasn’t the best of days.
Even though I was on the early shift I had to turn on
the headlights after twenty minutes on the drive home, and it was completely
dark by the time I got home.
“er indoors TM” went
and collected Treacle this evening. She’d spent the day in Dog Hospital where
she’d had IV fluids and her belly shaved for an ultrasound (Treacle that is,
not “er
indoors TM”). She ate some food
whilst there, and once home she ate quite a bit of dinner. If she carries on
this way and has a good night she can have the cannula taken out in the
morning. She's had a dump that wasn't blood red (Treacle that is, not “er indoors TM”) so that's a step in right direction.
Here’s hoping.
Having spent over one thousand six hundred quid on vet
bills in the last two days we could do without another day in Dog Hospital. I
suspect Treacle feels the same, but for different reasons.
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