Dating

I recently did a YouGov survey on my dating habits. Whatever it is that selects participants for these surveys did not seem to have noticed that I have been married for a long time, am quite old and am reasonably unlikely to indulge in dating. As far as I can recall, they didn't ask me whether I did date, rather what I did when I did. My answers would not have been very interesting.

They now tell me that the results of this survey have percolated through to Wales Online, snapped above.

Nearer home, I was puzzled this morning by the objects above. Is it some sort of recreational substance, colour coded for strength, which has passed me by? Colour coded for strength in the way of the cartridges you used to put into Hilti nail guns - which I was allowed to use without needing to explain myself or have had any kind of instruction, let alone training. My memory is that black cartridges were for the big nails. The company still appear to exist, but I couldn't find anything like the substantial gun that I remember at reference 2.

More puzzlement on West Hill. Why on earth would you bother with removable poles on a drive in such a place? What sort of a contretemps would push you into action of this sort? Perhaps they will give up after a few goes in the rain.

Declined the one trolley of the day, a Sainsbury's trolley at the entrance to Station Approach. A long way from home and I didn't fancy wheeling it through town. Maybe tomorrow if it is still there.

This was followed my my first Cuban haircut, that is to say I had my hair cut by a young man from Cuba. English not bad. Haircut fine, not that I am that picky in that department. Part of the Epsom phenomenon of lots of men's hairdressers being set up by recent arrivals, some of them of Middle Eastern appearance. Perhaps as shops go, the entry costs and overheads are manageable. Three of them at the Epsom end of East Street alone. 

Perhaps in Muslim countries, men's hairdressers are the social hubs, the equivalent of public houses, that they once were in Europe. I associate to a talkative Florentine hairdresser in George Eliot's 'Romola' - and maybe I will get around to checking whether my memory is true.

The works at Pound Lane School, already noticed at reference 3, look to be winding down. Not yet clear what has been achieved. Given that that notice was a couple of weeks ago, maybe the £100,000 estimate should be jacked up to £200,000.

Pleased to find that Costcutter had both fresh batch rolls and a Guardian, so I was able to take bacon rolls and Guardian for luncheon. The Bells that came with it, very reasonably priced, will do for later.

PS: a few minutes later: I have now consulted with BH, which is clearly what I should have done in the first place. Posts on West Hill were probably intended to slow down thieves, possibly prompted by the dodgy people who camp on Fair Green from time to time, just a couple of hundred yards away. While the little tubs were probably the sort of thing you feed into your coffee machine. Colour coded for Kenyan, Arabica, Brazilian, Patagonian or whatever. Perhaps pinched by some youth who thought on the same lines as I did, and who then dumped them in disgust.

References

Reference 1: https://bumble.com/. Seemingly, YouGov's client for this work.

Reference 2: https://www.hilti.co.uk/.

Reference 3: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2022/08/trolley-522.html.