With an alarm set I woke far too early. I gave up trying to
sleep and was up watching more episodes of “Sick Note” at five o’clock.
It’s a rather good show.
I had a look at the Internet. It was still there, but
rather quiet so early on a Sunday morning. Trying not to disturb anyone I got
ready for work.
I set off for work listening to the pundits on the
radio as I do. This morning there was a surprisingly interesting article on the
radio about men's undercrackers. Apparently two fifths of adult men have
their partners go buy their underwear for them, and a third have their mothers
go get them. It was claimed that if left to his own devices, the average bloke
only buys new pants once every five years, and most men have at least one
set of pants that is over twenty years old. It has to be said that some of mine
are a tad threadbare, but twenty years? The elastic doesn't last that
long... does it?
I can remember the last time I bought undercrackers.
It was on Amazon... and now I think about it, that was three years ago... I
suppose that when you get a good set of undercrackers you want to keep hold of
them, don't you?
I got to work and did my bit. I must admit I hadn't
been looking forward to having a Sunday shift at the end of a week off, but
these days only doing half the hours I used to, most weeks seem like a week
off. In the past I might have had a cheeky brekkie at the works canteen before
going in, but I gave that a miss today.
Similarly in the past as I walked out I would often
treat myself to a bag of chocolate coated Brazil nuts from the works branch of
M&S... but that's a thousand calories I neither need nor want.
I came home to find the house in uproar. “er
indoors TM” was having a tidy-up.
As she moved piles of clutter about I made us both a cuppa after first chucking
out the remains of the tea she’d made earlier. What is it with tea drinkers? I
see this all the time at home, at work, and my mother and father were the same.
Given a cup of coffee someone will drink the lot. Given a cup of tea someone
will drink maybe three mouthfuls and leave the rest to get chucked away once it
is cold.
I wrote up a little CPD. Every Saturday the American
Society of Hematology post up a photo of something you might see down the
microscope and you have to identify (if you want to). This weekend it was stomatocytes.
Perhaps I’m a bit daft and a bit sensitive, but seeing
stomatocytes gives me flashbacks to when an eighteen year old me was peering
down a microscope whilst a rather nasty and vindictive senior MLSO (who I
later found out had once fallen out with my uncle) was almost hysterical in
his ranting about how useless I was because I couldn’t identify stomatocytes
despite never having seen them before and having at best only a few weeks’
experience of looking at blood films.
The Royal East Sussex Hospital was a truly delightful
place to work all those years ago… but looking back I remember so many of those
people with whom I worked and make a point of trying my hardest not to be like
they were…
I had quite a few emails this evening. Friends had
been up the woods hunting out the geocaches I’d hidden in the week, and had said
nice things about them.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a
rather good chili which we scoffed whilst watching more “The Traitors US”.
I’m finding myself more and more fascinated by one of the contestants who has spent
a fortune on plastic surgery. Her head looks as though it has been stretched out
and her mouth looks like she’s been smacked in the kisser with a cricket bat. I
suspect she thinks she looks lovely. If it were me I’d be asking for a refund.
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