I didn’t wake quite as early as I did yesterday, but
having laid wide awake in bed for far too long it was half past five when I
gave up trying to sleep.
I made toast, watched another episode of “The Other
One” and had my usual root around the Internet. It was still there, and
rather dull. I did have an email from Octopus Energy though. Everyone raves
about how cheap they are and how much of a saving they have made by swapping to
them. Yesterday I sent them figures for our energy usage over the last year.
This morning they told me they would charge me over four quid a month more than
I’m currently paying. So much for making a saving, eh?
I munzed, and then set off for work. There was a minor
disaster this morning as the co-op had no coronation chicken sandwiches, so I
roughed it with ham and cheese. Mind you if that is all I have to whinge about,
things can't be that bad.
Yesterday I moaned about a totally incomprehensible
speaker on the radio. This morning as I drove, the pundits on the same radio
were interviewing someone I can only describe as Ms. Boring. There was talk about banning
slushies for under eight-year-olds because of the glycerol in them. Some
so-called expert was brought on to explain what glycerol was. Oh, listening to
her was so dull. You'd think that people going on live radio would have a trial
run beforehand to see if they were up to the job wouldn't you?
I got to work, and as I walked in I tried not to laugh
out loud. Two elderly people were standing by the entrance to the lift looking
at the button (with which you call the lift) as though it were a wild
animal. One nervously asked the other if they had ever used a lift before, to
which the other one replied that she hadn't.
How do you get to your eighties never having used a
lift?
Work was work. The lunch of ham and cheese sandwich
wasn't at all bad even if it was twenty calories more than the coronation
chicken one I'd hoped for. And the meal deal of which it was part was a full
one pound fifty cheaper than the meal deal at the works M&S, and the
quantities were bigger too.
And we had an emergency. They claim to have them on
the telly on "Casualty" - this one was nothing like
that.
As the day went on I had a delivery. A friend from the
glory days of geocaching had got in touch. He’d found a load of caching gear
and wondered if I wanted it.
Yes please.
I came home. “er indoors TM” sorted
a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching “The Great Pottery
Throw Down”, and with dinner scoffed I had a look through my box of caching
stuff.
I’ve logged the six trackables, and I need to start
thinking about what I might do with these caches. I could really have done with
them a month ago when I was putting out over a hundred.
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