I slept well for a change, but was still awake earlier than
I might have been. As always I made toast and watched a little Netflix then had
a quick look at the Internet. It was still there, and rather dull. I sent out
birthday wishes, Munzed and got ready for work. I wasn’t originally planning on
working today, but someone had been taken poorly… If I had my time again I
wouldn’t work in a hospital. I’d work somewhere that puts up a “closed”
sign from time to time.
As I drove to work it was raining. I don't mind
working at weekends and Bank Holidays quite so much when the weather is iffy.
As I drove the radio was thinking about religious things. There was an article
about the old Channel 4 Program "Father Ted", and everyone was
having a good old laugh at the way that Catholic bishops were portrayed. This
was followed by a live interview from a church in the war zone in Gaza... One
minute we were laughing, the next crying. Was this deliberate, or just incredibly
bad and thoughtless planning by the producers?
I got to work and did that which I couldn't avoid. As
I looked out of the window at a cold wet Easter Sunday I found myself thinking
back over forty years to my religious days when our church used to organise a
sunrise service at the highest point in Hastings every Easter Sunday. We'd all
be up at North Seat at six o'clock in the morning singing hymns. We used to
invite all the other churches along too. The Baptists and the CofE would join
in with us. The Mormons and the Jehovah's Witnesses would send a delegation who
would stand and watch with suspicion from a safe distance of fifty yards
or more. And when the service was done we'd all go back to our church hall for
a bit of brekkie. The Baptists and the CofE would come along too, but the
Mormons and the Jehovah's Witnesses never did.
I wonder if those services still happen? Our old
church was sold to the happy-clappy brigade years ago, but the congregation
still meet in the local community centre.
During a tea break I scoffed a mini Malteser Easter
bunny (fifty calories) and saw on Facebook that friends were off to the 02
Arena to see the War of the Worlds show. Part of me was rather jealous. I
wouldn't mind seeing that show. But all I would want would be to see the show.
Getting there, putting up with all the normal people swarming about, and coming
home again would try my patience. I can remember taking a gaggle of cubs to the
02 arena years ago and it being serious arse-ache. Mind you that was probably
ninety per cent the cubs making it arse-ache.
Fortunately I was only asked to cover the morning and so
was soon back home. The weather had chirped up a bit, so we loaded the dogs
into the car and drove up to Badlesmere. “er indoors TM” had
reports of some issues on some of her geocaches in the area, so we took a
little walk round and sorted the issues as we went.
Finding ourselves walking past the Red Lion it would have
been rude not to have popped in. A half of cider, a pint of Sussex Pale and
some pork scratchings covered all the bases.
I took a few photos while we
were out.
“er indoors TM” went off to feed
her mate’s cat. He’s having a little holiday and the cat is having a little
peace and quiet. Whilst she was out I wrote up some CPD.
She came home, boiled up some taod in the hole, and we
watched last night’s episode of “Doctor Who”. Last week I was rather
disparaging about the show – this one was the best episode for years. Let’s
hope this continues.
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