Alarm doesn't go off, but no grea harm done. Dan gets the bins out and we get ready to set off for school. Before we leave for school I notice that he has missed the recyclying bin. I must have told him six times last night to put it out, but would he move from the bloody pc? I throw a wobbly and tell him to take the stuff up to Asda by hand, and until he does I'll disable the computer.
Even by Wycombe standards the morning traffic is diabolical, though luckily in the other direction from the one we are travelling. Drop the kids off. No point battling through the traffic to get back home so go straight to Thame and pick up T early. He must have died of surprise!
Decide to take him to Oxford as Wycombe traffic so abysmal. Get interviewed by a vox pop for Fox FM, though have no idea if my views on public sector pay ever reach the air.
Lesson with M2 then get home to find the recycling rubbish has gone. Dan has apparently loaded it into plastic bags and walked the whole way to Asda. And it's not warm today. The rain has relented again and the day is crisp and chilly. I feel a total bastard now!
On the Armageddon front, by 8 o'clock the stock exchange had plunged another 3% and it seems we are heading for freefall. Pundits give up on recession talk and the word "depression" makes it debut. Strong stuff.
An hour later though and everything has bounced back to where it was at the start of the day. The good news is that apparently the bastards who oversee this shambles have no need to fear too much for their six or seven figure bonuses. The worry is that Wall Street will implode on opening, but a big interest rate cut seems to avert this.......... for the moment.
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