There was the most amazingly ridiculous
squabble this morning on Facebook in which someone or other was claiming that
the TV series “To The Manor Born” was far superior to
any TV shows made today because of the viewing figures it attracted which were
many times more than any TV show gets these days. The fact that today there are
over a thousand TV channels to choose from whereas back then there were only
two (no one watched the high-brow drivel on BBC Two) never occurred to
them.
And there was some very
bitter squabbles about last week’s Doctor Who special on “Children in
Need” in which Davros is no longer in a wheelchair as that is offensive to
those in wheelchairs.
They let these people
vote, you know.
I got the dogs onto
their leads and we set off on a little mission. As we drove there was an
interview on the radio with heaven only knows who. Having missed the start of
the program I was completely in the dark about who was talking, and
consequently very soon list interest. I listen to Radio Four so as to keep up
to date with current affairs and to find out about all sorts of things about
which I would be completely ignorant, but sometimes they do broadcast crap.
When I could have been
broadening my horizons I found myself singing along to Ivor Biggun.
We got to Kings Wood
and walked the same walk we did the last time we were there. This will probably
be one of our standard walks from here on in; three miles which takes us an
hour. The only problem is that it isn’t long enough for Morgan; at the end he
was rather reluctant to come back to the lead.
As we walked we only
met one group of dogs, and the meeting passed off without event. We saw two
other groups, and when the puppies ran off toward them they both came back
immediately when called. I saw that as a result.
I also got quite a bit
of video footage of the dogs running about as a start of getting material
together for my entry for next year’s Geocaching International Film Festival. It
was a shame that when I got home I realised I needed to hold my phone in “landscape”
orientation to get useable footage. All that I’d done was in “portrait”.
Ho hum… Still, I learned something from this, and as I always tell the trainees
at work, a day when you learn nothing is a day wasted (I’ve wasted a lot of
days over the years!)
We came home via the vets (for flea treatments), and then
had baths. I made a cuppa for me and “er indoors TM”, and got
some (correct orientation) footage of the dogs sleeping, and worked on
the screenplay a little more. I think I have the plot of our film for next year’s Geocaching
International Film Festival figured out. I know (vaguely) the scenes I
need to film in the woods and the piccies I need to create for the film. I just
need music. If any of my loyal readers could clang a piano to come up with any
of Brahms’ Lullaby, Yakkety Sax, The Dick Barton theme and general background
music it would be gratefully received. The people at geo-HQ are rather hot on
copyright and I need stuff which I have permission to use.
I then wrote up some CPD because
that’s what I do before a night shift, had a shower, and went to bed and
despite the hot water bottle and two small dogs, I shivered. The bed is far warmer
at night than it is in the afternoon.
And so I shall hope for some dinner, then I’m off to the
night shift. The last few have been rather hard work…
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