I was woken by a restless dog. I woke feeling
like death warmed up but was amazed to find it was nearly 8am; I’d slept for
ages (if not well).
Over brekkie I had a minor shock. Apparently a
large proportion of the country’s recent tax scams have involved an address in Folkestone not fifty yards away from
where Jimbo lives. It is amazing what goes on behind closed doors.
My piss then boiled when I read about the sad death of Estelle O’Sullivan.
She was expecting twins and had various complications of pregnancy. To cut a
long story short she died despite the best efforts of all the medical staff
around her. Don’t get me wrong – that is tragic. In an ideal world that would
not have happened. But it did. Despite the best efforts of all medical
professionals, having babies can be dangerous. And now the papers are looking
to assign blame. “Bungles” and “blunders” are being referred to.
Do these journalists honestly think people go
into health care just to bollocks-up people’s lives? Or do they think that by publicly
hounding professionals (who have had to
face a terrible experience) they are actually providing a public service?
After all no one really makes that much of a fuss when the garage stuffs up
your car during a service. When a solicitor takes far too long to do a
conveyancing no one threatens to sue him. Everyone expects plumbers and
builders not to turn up to agreed appointments. No one expects the trains to run
on time. But healthcare professionals are not allowed to make a single mistake
during their entire careers. (I know this
from *very* bitter experience)
I took a
deep breath and popped the lead on to "Furry Face TM"
and we drove out to Brook where we met Kim and Matt. Earlier in the week a new
series of geocaches had gone live out there and I’d asked if anyone fancied a
walk today. I do that a lot.
We had a
rather good walk. Being from Brook to Wye Downs we knew there would be some
serious “ups”, but a good work-out is
good for the heart. Or that’s what I tried to convince Kim. But once at the top
of the downs the views were spectacular; I took a few photos as we walked. A shame
it was rather misty toward the horizon.
Geocache-wise… The caches were mostly in good
order however one was already broken (after
only two days). One was twenty yards out on the GPS; using the given hint
soon put us right. But "er indoors TM" had told me
I would come home moaning… she was right.
Before we started we could see from the geo-map
that there weren’t that many caches and that they were a *long* way apart. Don’t get me wrong; I am *really* grateful to everyone and anyone who hides these things for
me to find; especially in a location as beautiful as today’s walk was in. I *really* don’t want to be negative.
However, if I’d put a series of caches out on that route I would have put out
ten to fifteen more. I’m sorry but (in my
honest opinion) half a mile between caches is too far.
After five miles we got back to the cars. We
said our goodbyes and me and my dog came home to find "er indoors TM"
loading up her car with a view to flogging candles to the masses. Whilst she
was doing whatever it was she was doing I mowed the lawn to stay out of her
way.
Once
she’d cleared off I scoffed the sandwich I’d carried all round Wye Downs whilst
watching an episode of Game of Thrones. I was a tad disappointed with this one.
It was a tad gory; there were several throats being cut. And when they were cut
there was *lots* of blood. All very
dramatic and all good for the viewing figures. But I didn’t believe it. It
simply wasn’t realistic. Basic anatomy tells us that when you cut the front of
someone’s throat blood isn’t going to gush out. Feel your own throat. Go on –
have a squeeze. You’ll feel the front bit is hard. That’s your windpipe – the
bit you breathe through. If you cut that it will sting a bit but won’t gush a
fountain of blood. Feel round the sides of your neck. Go on – have a squeeze.
The major blood vessels are right back there. If you want to get a really good
gush of blood that’s where to cut.
Perhaps
I’m just a tad too picky.
I’ve just re-read that. It was a bit gruesome
wasn’t it. Sorry.
I had this idea to do a bit more gardening. I
got as far as the shed and got a little sidetracked. On Tuesday "My Boy
TM" mentioned that he might have left some fishing gear in
the shed before he moved out, and if there was anything in there I could have
it. My shed is something of an Aladdin’s cave so I thought I might see what I
could find. A cursory rummage came up with a new holdall-cum-seat, a new tackle
box, a load of bite indicators and an unhooking mat. Result. I shan’t tell him;
I shall just tuen up with them on our next fishing trip and see if he notices.
With "er indoors TM"
off flogging candles I had to fend for myself for dinner. I fended in the
general direction of the KFC and scoffed the contents of a “Mighty Bucket for One” whilst watching
the film “Kick Ass II”. As films go
it was odd. It didn’t really know what sort of film it was. Was it a comedy?
Was it super-violence? It tried to be both and didn’t really manage either. A
shame really.
I then watched old episodes of “Red Dwarf”; all of the old series are
available through my SkyPlus box.
As I watched telly I had my washing machine
having a go at the contents of the laundry basket. It is now on its third
batch: my smalls. It is making rather odd noises…
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