Again I didn’t sleep
well. A really long walk on Saturday; a full day yesterday… I wonder why I
didn’t sleep? I really wish sleep was something we could control; wide awake
for much of the night, nodding off at the most inconvenient times…
Over brekkie I watched
an episode of “Thunderbirds are Go”,
Alan and Virgil were off rescuing people today, which is what the show should
be about. As I watched so Fudge snored. He has no trouble sleeping after a busy
weekend.
My morning rummage
round Facebook was rather disappointing; overnight I had not received a single
notification. Not one.
"Daddy’s Little Angel TM" had
posted that she was off to do jury service today. I’m not sure that is the sort
of thing she should be posting on social media (or I should be mentioning here)… but then again, why not? If someone
wanted to nobble a jury they are far more likely to watch who is walking in and
out of the courtroom rather than hope to find some obscure reference somewhere
in the Internet. In many ways it is like all the “don’t put pictures of your children on the internet in case in attracts
the paedos” theory. How does that work? Is some freako-type *really* going to randomly find a photo
of (say) "Stormageddon -
Bringer of Destruction TM"
and then go searching for him? Really?
I only had one email of
note this morning. The nice people at Untappd told me about a Belgian beer
festival in London: “…Upon arrival, you
will receive a glass and off you go, no need to purchase any tokens, all the
brewers will serve you an unlimited number of tasting doses of their own creations…”
It sounded good; I wondered how much it would cost to get in. The email didn’t
say. Nor did the event’s web page. After quite a bit of Googling I found a
ticket was over forty quid. Perhaps that was why they kept it quiet;
twenty-five quid is a *lot* to spend
at a beer festival.
And so to work. As I
drove to work the pundits on the radio were talking about…. To be honest I didn’t
really listen. As I got in the car so the sport bulletin started. As I have
said before I really did hear “blah blah
sport - blah blah sport”, my attention wavered, and I didn’t really pay
attention again.
I got to work to find
that colleagues were setting up the tea room for today’s bake-off competition.
I laid out my malt loaves in the “bread”
area. I was up against some chocolate and hazelnut pastries and some cheese
twists. In all honesty I think the other two did better than me, but having
said that, I was quite pleased with my effort. The categories had been given at
random – looking at the tray bake, savoury and layered cake categories I think
I was lucky to have been put in the “bread”
section.
It was ironic that at
ten past nine I was asked to go work at Tunbridge Wells for the day. However I
got to snaffle some of the various cakes before I went. And seeing how I’m
supposed to be on a diet it was probably as well that I was sent away from the
cakes.
I had time to photograph
some of the cakes before I left – they looked rather good. We’ll have to do
it again – after the diet’s finished…
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