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It’s Saturday Again . . .

Another evening of TV and sleep, with a very small portion of writing thrown in. This cannot be good physically or mentally. Ah, no, I did do a few replies to comments and reserved three shopping slots – one for tomorrow, one for next week and one for 21st December. Other people are obviously more organised than I am and all the ASDA Christmas slots are booked up – 21st is the closest I can get.

Actually, now I come to think of it, I did do a few other things, but nothing of any significance. There was no actual physical effort involved, unless you count liquidising the stew to make soup and making a cup of tea. Neither activity really gets the heart beating in the approved manner.

And so here I am again, writing last nights post in the morning. It’s a better use for Saturday morning than watching TV. It’s always a problem on Saturday. Because I don’t have to take Julia to work I’m stuck with extra time before I set off for work myself. It’s only about half an hour so there’s no time for major effort, but it does need filling.

My plan is to do a few more words, to make it past my 250 word target then have another cup of tea and pop down to work. It’s Saturday, so there are bound to be cars in our parking spots, which is always annoying, but I suppose things would be worse.  At least I have a job and a car. We laughed last week, when watching a member of one of our “underpaid” professions whining on about life on the poverty line. I’ve seen their pay scales and I assure you that a lot of this “poverty” is relative.

What made us laugh was that while she was complaining of poverty she had a box of Waitrose corn flakes on display. This probably doesn’t translate for my overseas readers, but we have a continuum of shops in UK – they start with Iceland, then Aldi and Lidl, move on to ASDA (Walmart) and TESCO, up to Sainsbury’s and then on to Waitrose and Marks & Spencer. If you buy your groceries from Waitrose or M&S, you have a long way to go before you can even see the poverty line.

And with that thought leaving an ironic smile on my face, I will go to work and see you all later.