When
I packed my emergency overnight bag yesterday I’d forgotten to pack my CPAP
machine, and so I didn’t really sleep that well. I saw every hour of the night, but finally
got to sleep properly just after six o’clock and slept through to half past
eight.
I
got up to find I’d also forgotten to pack toothpaste and a razor.
I
had a quick look at the Internet via my phone before I got up. I saw this blog
had received a couple of comments. Someone claiming to be called Bindu J was
saying nice things about what I’d written on June 12 2017 in a thinly veiled
attempt to advertise her washing machine shop in Hyderabad, and someone using
the name of Charles C Hagaman had waxed loquacious about my rant on 4 January
of this year as he tried to plug his car servicing business.
I
wish these people wouldn’t waste my time.
"Daddy’s Little Angel TM"
texted me… what was the weather like? I didn’t know.
I’d not looked out of the window. Yesterday’s overnight stay had been something
of an adventure, but I didn’t want to do it again. Yesterday had been fun; the
first night in over thirty years that I’d been stuck at work because of the snow.
But the novelty had worn off; I wanted to go home. Or, to be more precise, I
wanted to *be* home. I didn’t want
the journey.
Had
it snowed more overnight? From Facebook it looked as though it was cold
everywhere, but no one had mentioned more snow. I had a look-see. Lots of snow,
but probably no more than there had been last night.
I
fiddled about a bit, then got myself together and waddled off in the general
direction of work. As I walked there were endless children going to and fro,
all looking forward to a snow day. Part of me was grumping that they should be
at school. Part of me thought they should make the most of the snow.
I
had fancied brekkie in the nearby Notcutts garden centre’s restaurant. But the
place wasn’t open. All of the staff were clearing snow from the car park.
Unnecessarily I thought. They’d cleared enough to be getting on with; shouldn’t
someone go cook breakfast? Fortunately the hospital’s canteen came up trumps.
I
got in to work a couple of hours earlier than I needed to. But I was at
something of a loose end. With nothing else to do I wrote up some CPD before
getting on with that which I couldn’t avoid. I spent much of today alternating
between looking out the window (no more
snowing) and looking at Kent travel websites trying to work out the best
way home. In the end the decision was made for me. Having decided that I would take
the A228 to the motorway and then home the chap on the night shift came in to
say there was a five-car pile-up on that road. The only option was the way I found
was blocked yesterday.
Despite
having been very worried about the drive home, it was fine. The roads were not
blocked. There was some snow on the road near Goudhurst, but I got home in the
same time that I usually do.
I’d
been away for thirty-six hours. It was good to be home again…
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