I wonder if I might work out some way of
sleeping sitting up? I manage to nod off when sitting at all times; I really
need to work out a comfortable way to do it all night. I slept till 4am thins
morning but woke very breathless and congested and feeling grim. Much of which
passed when I’d been sitting up for a few minutes.
Over brekkie I watched more “Darling Buds of May”; it is quite a good
show. I’m amazed I never picked up on it before. I then had a look-see on-line.
I had two emails from the Royal National Institute for the Blind which I didn’t
read. I had three emails from LinkedIn who somehow know I’ve changed my job
recently. How did they know that? I also had an email from the building society
asking how I wanted them to send me all the info about their upcoming AGM.
Personally I have no interest in their AGM at all.
I had a few minutes spare and seeing the
car wasn’t iced over I thought I’d wash down the windscreen. The car wasn’t icy
but the pavement was. I nearly (but not
quite) went arse over tit on the ice, and was amazed to see some idiot
zooming past me on a skateboard on a pavement which was sheet ice.
I set off for work; the pundits on the
radio were speculating about today’s meeting of the newly appointed President Trump
and the British Prime Minister. The general feeling was that the two probably
had absolutely nothing in common whatsoever, but Mrs May would suck up to Mr
Trump (like all British Prime Ministers
do to all American Presidents) and Mr Trump would let her.
I made good time to work. I’m of the
opinion that for all the journey is longer, being on the motorway and given a
clear run, the journey to Maidstone takes almost exactly as long as the journey
to Canterbury used to.
Work was good; for all that I had a
minor meltdown a couple of days ago I’m thinking I might have made the right
move. So far no one has formally reported me for supposed misdemeanours of
trivial insignificance.
During breaks at work I had a look-see
on-line. There was some minor consternation with the astro club’s event planned
for this evening for which I was (as
usual) to blame. Those who delight in making mischief had taken umbrage
that I hadn’t sent them a personal invitation to the evening’s meeting. Now (leaving aside the fact that the person in
question delights in publicly blanking me) I’m taking the line that everyone
who is connected with the astro club knows that meetings are the last Friday of
every month, and I can’t invite anyone to anything via Facebook when they’ve
defriended me.
In the past I’ve sent out generic emails
reminding people about these events, but toward the end of last year a few
people made comments about receiving an email telling them what they already
knew, so I rather gave up on the idea. Perhaps I might start sending those
emails again. But only to those who acknowledge my existence.
I’m sorry, but my piss is boiled here.
And if it boils again I shall write to the club secretary (even if the secretary is me).
I finished work, and spent a few minutes
trying to check out the best place to get petrol. And once petrolled I went on
to astro club prepared for a fight (verbal
or physical). But the day’s squabbles came to nothing, and Charlotte gave a
frankly excellent talk on pulsars. She got a tad technical in places; as I
pointed out I am a genius and I struggled to understand. But she was keen to
explain in all sorts of details.
Not a bad night really.
Bed time now. My nose is bunged up and I
keep coughing. I wonder how long I can sleep sitting up?
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