12th August, 2020.
Right …
Right now, it’s just coming up to eight o’clock in the morning: and, even with the windows open, it’s hot and sticky.
And distinctly unpleasant.
However?
The BBC’s Weather page tell us we’re expecting a thunderstorm.
I hope so … !
Something’s got to clear the air.
~≈†≈~
While I’ve got the BBC’s new pages open … ?
Apparently, the UK is now in a recession: one on a par with the last one, back in 2008/9.
I’m …
Not surprised, to be honest.
I do remember the first time I met my current case officer at the local Job Centre: he’s a nice chap who’s recently become a father.
Which is a side issue, maybe.
My point? Is that, when we first met, I told him I’d be very surprised if I got a job, before I retired.
His reply was that he intended to try and help me avoid that.
Some × years on … ?
I’m still trying to find an employer that’ll have me.
And thinking a recession going to really slow my job hunting down …
~≈†≈~
