Yesterday I mentioned
that I'd been sleeping better. I should have kept quiet. I was woken
by the most odd chirping/squeaking noises this morning shortly before
2.30am. I lay awake wondering if a bird was trapped in the roof
space. After quarter of an hour the noises were getting louder and
seemed to be coming from outside. I opened the curtain and was
amazed. There were two foxes laying on the pavement right outside my
house playfully squalling and howling at each other.
Eventually the foxes
wandered off of their own accord and I got back to sleep only to be
woken an hour later by next door's baby. I don't mind the littlun
crying; I think it's rather sweet. But I could have done with a
little more sleep last night.
Being off work this
morning (and up bright and early) I took myself off to the
doctor's. Regular readers of this drivel may recall I went there in
January with a lump in my neck. The doc gave me some penicillin and
said to come back if it didn't clear up. I don't think that doc has
ever tried to come back. The lump didn't clear up, and after weeks of
phoning only to be told they had no appointments I turned up on their
doorstep at opening time today and said that I'd have their first
appointment.
I saw the doc at 8.30am.
She took my blood pressure; it was 110/70 which
is really good. Especially when you think I'm just a pound or two
over my ideal weight. She then asked all the questions she asked last
time, and had a rummage around my head then announced that she
couldn't feel anything amiss. So I took her hand away from my chin
and put in on the lump in my neck. Her attitude changed then...
I've got an urgent
referral and will (supposedly) see an ENT specialist some time
in the next two weeks. That will be exciting....
I then took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk. I'd had reports of
one of my geocaches in Park Farm being broken so we went to have a
look-see. Sure enough it was broken. We replaced it with a new one,
and then came home via Willesborough Dykes where my dog played with
frogs and fox poo. As we walked we met a small child who pointed at
my dog and shouted "Look mum it's Scooby Doo!"
We got home to find the
postie had been. I'd ordered a lanyard for my new Garmin. It's quite
sexy. I was glad we'd got home before the forecast rain hit, and when
it did I was tucked up snoring in my pit. Some of my colleagues tell
me they have trouble sleeping before a night shift. I don't.
And so off to work for
that night shift. I do feel a tad guilty that I'm missing astro club
tonight. But the department in which I work isn't a large one and so
swapping shifts isn't really easy. And with the vagaries of the rota,
swapping Fridays can be especially problematical. Mind you I must
admit I made no effort to swap the shift this evening; were the
speaker one who *doesn't* make a point of treating me like the
sh*t on her shoe then perhaps I would have done so.
I shall go to work via
Folkestone where I shall spend a few minutes terrorising my grandson.
He seems to like that...
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