Yesterday I did something
to my right shoulder. I don't know what, but it's still rather
painful and it kept me awake for much of the night.
Unlike my little dog who
was snoring when I opened his cage at 6am, and still hadn't stirred
an hour later.
Over brekkie I watched
more "Family Guy" and then started on a week's worth
of medication prior to next Tuesday's planned surgical re-bore of my
nose. I've got a week's worth of antibiotics to clear out any
infections which might get a hold during the surgery, and I've got a
week's worth of prednisolone.
The stuff is a steroid; I wasn't keen on having it, but the surgeons
think it will make the operation easier. We shall see.
Off to work a little
earlier than usual; I needed petrol. As I drove the radio spouted the
drivel I've come to know and love in the morning. The leading light
behind the Space-X program likened potential artificial
intelligences to biblical demons. Demons - in this day and age
(!)
The chocolate
manufacturer Cadbury announced they are stopping
making chocolate coins because other firms can make the same
thing cheaper. It's sad but true that the same can be said for pretty
much everything that Cadbury makes. I wonder how long it will be
before Cadbury goes the way of Rumbelows and Woolworths.:
I pulled in to the cheapo
petrol station, parked up, stuck the petrol nozzle in my petrol tank,
squeezed the trigger, and nothing happened. I looked around and
everyone else was similarly failing to get any petrol. The woman
behind the till in the kiosk was waving frantically at us punters. I
waved back. After a few minutes she stomped out to the forecourt and
ranted (at whoever was listening) about the till having
crashed. One of my fellow customers offered to pay for his petrol in
cash if that would help. This was a red rag to a bull as far as
till-woman was concerned; she started raving and frothing at the
mouth about peak time demands and the failings of the till's secure
internet connection. I asked if the petrol station had any petrol.
She shrieked that they had loads. So we all stood like lemons for a
few minutes after which time till-woman coned off the entrance to the
petrol station.
Before I could say
anything another fellow customer sarcastically suggested that if she
was actually shutting up shop she might like to actually tell us. As
that chap and till-woman got into a fight I drove round to
Sainsburys. Although the petrol was 0.1p per litre more expensive,
they were actually selling the stuff. And despite having spent myself
six pence more on petrol than I was expecting, I set off to work.
I did my bit at work, I
blew into my saxophone at lunch time. I exchanged pleasantries with a
passing normal person who seemed enthralled with the entire concept
of playing saxophones in car parks. I suppose that (for some
unlucky souls) it's not an everyday occurrence. And with my bit
at work done I came home; turning down the geo-chance of a First to
Find. As I drove home along the A28 I passed within a couple of
hundred yards from a geocache which went live at 4.30pm. But it was
along a footpath, and I wasn't going to mess about in the dark. It's
bad enough walking "Furry Face TM"
in the dark, and tonight's walk was only one of five minutes along
well-lit pavements.
Being Tuesday we
gatherered (at the Admiralty) to bandy insults and to watch
the last episode of "The 100". It was watchable
enough. I suspect the episode would have made more sense had I not
slept through so many of the preceding ones...
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