I woke at 3am to hear my
dog whimpering and crying. I had no idea what had upset him, but
having settled him I then lay awake for the rest of the night
wondering what had been wrong. I wonder if he had lost his bone in
the dark; in the two days since he was given that bone he has become
inseparable from it.
Perhaps it is now time to
take that bone away.
Brekkie was shared with
"Furry Face TM" today. He sat on
my lap to be combed; he doesn't have fleas but likes to have a good
going-over with the flea comb. Whenever I stopped combing him, he
squeaked in complaint and carried on squeaking until I continued
combing.
Whilst grooming the pup I
watched this week's episode of The Tomorrow People. Another good
episode. I then checked my emails. I saw a new geocache had gone live
in Folkestone. A bit too far away to chase, but I didn't like what I
read in the cache description "Why not check out the near by
adventure playground."
I've had caches turned
down because they are within a hundred yards of a playground, and
here's one actively advertising to go bother the kiddies.
As I drove to work the
radio was again wittering on about Scottish independence. But not the
usual kilted "we hate the English" arrogance. The
radio presenter has dug a bit deeper for once. An interview with the
English in the North East (Newcastle and environs) shows the
average Geordie feels he has more in common with Edinburgh than
London. The implication was that should Scotland go independent then
the entire Tyneside area would want to go with them.
However opinion isn't
entirely in favour of those who would run Scotland from Edinburgh.
The denizens of the Orkney and Shetland Isles apparently feel that
the politicians in Edinburgh have no understanding of thier concerns
and problems and are
demanding greater autonomy regardless of whether they are ruled
from Edinburgh or London. There was even talk of their wanting to
abandon affiliation with any part of the UK and to be lumped in with
some form of Scandinavian union.
I had an irate phone call
from the hospital's complaints department. Regular reader of this
drivel may recall that on Monday I went to the sleep clinic to get
the results of the previous week's sleep tests only to be told these
tests take six weeks to come through. So I contacted the hospital's
"patient experience team" (or "complaints
department" in English) to suggest they might make
appointments at such a time when test results would be available (as
I thought this would be a sensible idea).
The rather stroppy lady
form the complaints department phoned back and demanded to know who
lied to me; any fool knows these tests don't take six weeks, and that
the doctor I saw on Monday had already received the results (even
though he said he hadn't). During the course of the conversation
it became clear th at this woman from the complaints department had
access to my medical records. I feel that is a matter for complaint
in itself.
Shortly after this I
received a call from the hospital's respiratory people to let me know
that I had another appointment at the sleep clinic in a couple of
weeks time. That seemed rather soon to me; I asked if I'd got an
early appointment because I'd had a whinge. The nice lady laughed and
said that everyone who contacts the patient experience department
gets bumped up the queue.
Sax practice; last week I
ordered some new reeds for my sax. They've arrived. I tried one out
today. I think the thing sounds better for the new reed. Mind you
it's all relative; the sound is still far from good, just better than
it was.
Once home I took "Furry
Face TM" round the park and on to visit
"My Boy TM". With the first fruit
of my loin visited I drove round to get an astro club cheque signed.
"er indoors TM" was off on a works
outing so I foraged for tea. I'm quite good at foraging; today I
foraged in the general direction of the KFC.
I like KFC...
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