I had an early night and woke feeling full of energy and
raring to go – at ten to midnight. I then dozed on and off for much of the
night, finally giving up and getting up at half past five. I made toast and
peered into the Internet. A colleague was off on international holidays – she’d
posted selfies from the airport. I wish more people would do that – I’m very
nosey and like seeing what friends are up to.
There was a minor row kicking off on Facebook. Apparently
games companies have updated their consoles so that if they detect the use of
pirated games, the console automatically permanently deactivates
itself. I can see this
being an issue for those using pirated games… perhaps if the things weren’t so
expensive in the first place?
I Munzed, had a go at Wordle and gave up, and got ready for
work.
As I drove to work the radio was playing the farming
program. There was a prolonged (twenty minutes) interview with two
sisters who farm sheep in the Peak District. Their lives sounded rather
interesting, but the farming program is always much the same. They interview
someone who runs a farm in the arse end of nowhere who seems to enjoy working
every hour of every day come rain or shine whilst barely making ends meet, and
what could be said in five minutes is dragged out over twenty. And (without
wishing to sound cynical) if you hear one of these interviews you really
have heard them all.
Bearing in mind the roads would probably be quiet so
early in the morning I turned on the cruise control and drove at a steady
seventy miles per hour the entire way from Ashford to Maidstone. The
motorway part of the journey (seventeen miles) took as long as the two
non-motorway parts put together (two stretches of two miles each).
I got to work and had another look at Wordle, and had
another look at Facebook. A good friend had his wedding reception last night.
He'd dropped our invitation off with the first fruit of my loins a month
ago and (sadly) that's where the invitation had stayed.
Work was rather busy. Back in the day the wards had
one hour in the morning to get us any work from in-patients, and the rest of
the day was emergency stuff only. These days a Sunday is much like any other
day. The blood bank was particularly busy. And I struggled somewhat. I've got a
pain in my side - for a week or so it has felt as though someone has kicked me
in the ribs. I can't remember doing anything than might have caused an injury -
I wonder what that is all about.
I could have taken a little diversion on the way home. A
new geocache had gone live. I could have chased the First to Find, but I didn’t
fancy going ten miles up the A249 to Iwade, and then coming ten miles back down
again.
Instead together with “er indoors TM” and
the dogs I went for a tittle walk round Orlestone Woods. Orlestone is always
the go-to place for a shorter walk; we covered two and a quarter miles in fifty
minutes, and as we walked we only saw one other person. The dogs did disappear
into a thicket for five minutes, but that’s what dogs do. Dogs also roll in fox
poo and wallow in swamps. And dogs get baths when they come home too.
We watched the second episode of the new series of “Taskmaster”
as we scoffed a rather good chili which we washed down with a very good bottle
of plonk which apparently came from the bargain bucket of Aldi.
It pays to shop about.
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