I
woke probably an hour earlier than I needed to. Mind you my dog got
up with me this morning and sat with me as I scoffed my brekkie. He
didn't scrounge; he just put his chin on my lap and went to sleep. I
sat quietly stroking his back reminding myself that I never wanted a
dog.
It
was as well that I was up early. Today was a geo-calendar day and
bearing in mind how badly the last one went I thought I'd make an
early start. After all I wasted over four hours on my last
geo-calendar debacle
I
set off to Junction 11 of the M20 and from there took the A-road.
There were supposedly several easy-to-find caches along it.
My
first target eluded me, as did the second. I was beginning to suspect
the worst, but the third time was the lucky one.
I
then set off toward Canterbury and work. Up till this point I'd had
the radio off so I could hear the sat-nav's instructions. I turned
the radio on to hear what I can only describe as
stark staring nonsense. Sheikh Saleh Bin Fawzan Al-Fazwan, an
influential Saudi cleric and a member of the Saudi Council of Senior
Scholars has proclaimed that taking selfies with cats or other
animals is “prohibited" unless completely necessary.
In
the first instance why on Earth would anyone ban selfie taken with an
animal of any shape or form except for cases of extreme necessity.
And secondly what constitutes extreme necessity when having a selfie
taken with your pet?
Is
God *really* going to smite me with a thunderbolt for having a
photo taken with my dog? If so I have to question if I want anything
to do with Him.
I
stopped off at Morrisons on the way to work. Having run out of peanut
butter at home I needed to get a sandwich. Morrisons was dull this
morning. Probably not a bad thing.
I
arrived at work a little early. Having time on my hands I wandered
down to the minor injuries unit. It wouldn't cost anything to have my
bruised tum checked out by a medic. You never know - I might have had
a mesenteric thrombosis (look it up!)
I
booked in and the receptionist took down my particulars (Oo-er!).
I was rather vague about the exact circumstances by which I'd got the
bruise; normal people don't understand the need to climb through a
bridge into a river.
It
wasn't long before a nurse was asking me to take my trousers off.
Result!!
I
had my stomach mauled about and after five minutes I was sent on my
way with a warning to act my age and not be so daft in future.
There's nothing wrong that time won't put right.
Just
as I was about to go and do some work my phone beeped - an email.
Yesterday I mentioned I was struggling to get in touch with the chap
I thought had been booked to give the astro club's talk in July. I've
now got hold of him. He had no idea we were expecting him, but all is
now sorted (on the speakers front) at the club... at least
until next March.
And
whilst on the astro club, over lunchtime I got a mention for the club
on the
council's tourism website. I would have thought that with all the
work the club has done for the local council over the last year or so
they would already have made mention of us.
I
wonder where else we might get a free plug.
I
did my bit at work, and came home. I had several offers for the
evening. "Access All Areas" was playing at the
Farriers Arms. Had they been playing absolutely anywhere else I may
well have gone along but I resented paying seven quid to walk through
the door of somewhere that messed me about so much last year. There
was a geo-meet in Bredgar supposedly organised for a geo-band. But if
I was going to listen to live music it would be that of mates.
Instead
"er indoors TM" came home with
fish and chips...
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