At Christmas we froze the left-over
turkey curry. I had some for dinner last night. It wasn’t sitting well at half
past two this morning, so I popped to the loo. As I walked to the chodbin so
Fudge was walking to the back door. He looked so tired and slow and looked at
me so plaintively as he stood by the back door.
That dog is *such* an actor.
I opened the door for him; he flew down
the garden like a bat out of hell, shouting woofs and barks as he went. He
continued shouting as loudly as he could until I found some clothes and went
out to fetch him back in. He came back in with a very indignant expression; not
at all happy at having had his fun spoiled.
I didn’t really get back to sleep properly
after that.
I gave up trying to sleep at half past
five, and over a brekkie wracked by guts ache I watched another episode of “The Good Place”. I found myself making
some comparisons of this show with “The
Orville”; why is it that the ridiculous and the humourous work on one show
but not on the other?
I sparked up my lap-top and saw that the
submission I made last
night
to one of the work-related Facebook groups I follow had been accepted. However
the posting had received a comment warning me that I had left real patient data
in it. I hadn’t. I had changed the name of the patient to “Lewis T. Duck”. Anyone with any sense knows that the “T” stands for “the”, and that Lewis T.Duck lives on the island of Merrytwit. (This *is* common knowledge, right?)
I also saw that people with whom I once
worked were on holiday in Toronto. They’ve been there several times; if my
money stretched far enough to have holidays like that I’d go to different
places each time.
I had emails telling me of supervisor
jobs at London hospitals. I can (just
about) cope with an hour’s drive in the mornings. But a train journey?
And talking of an hour’s drive, I set
off to work. I got into my car and was amazed at just how fogged up the
windscreen was. I bought a thingy to stop that happening. I *really* need to get that thingy out of
the car's door pocket and onto the dashboard every evening.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were
discussing how much plastic is wasted in making disposable bottles of water. There
is a bright spark who has created an app which tells you where
you can get free water. You use the app, find out where there is free
water, then take your refillable bottle along. Result! A quid saved every time.
A minor problem is that I can't see the
makers of "Highland Spring"
and "Evian" being overjoyed
at this.
I hope it takes off... I have visions of
(in years to come) telling
incredulous grandchildren about how people used to spend good money on water.
Mind you I expect bottled water will
still continue. There are always those who delight in needlessly spending
money. Look at the success of high street coffee shops. Or those granola bars
in Asda for over two quid when Aldo do much the same thing for under eighty
pence.
The rest of the day was spent farting. I
shouldn’t have had that curry…
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