My alarm woke me this morning. That rarely happens. I
got up, and scoffed toast whilst watching half an episode of "Orange is
the New Black", then got ready for work. I tried to be quiet; I don't
know why. “er
indoors TM” and the dogs would sleep through
anything in the early morning.
I drove off and it wasn't long before I was very
conscious of an idiot on a motorbike who was far too close behind me. And then
I was very conscious of an idiot in a car who'd misjudged how much room there
was to the side of a dustbin lorry and was coming head-on at me at speed. I
emergency stopped to avoid going straight into this car, and in my rear-view
mirror saw the idiot on the motorbike swerving sideways at ninety degrees. The
idiot in the car drove off, and I carried on with the idiot on the motorbike
now keeping a sensible distance behind.
I stopped off at the co-op to get a sandwich. Again
their fridges were all but empty..
As I drove up the motorway to work so the
pundits on the radio were talking about the government's new scheme. You can get a bung of up to four thousand
quid towards the cost of a new electric car (provided it's not one of those
Chinese ones). But even with the government's bung the leccie car
would still be far more expensive than a proper car, and I for one still have
nowhere to charge the thing.
I got to work and had a little look at the Internet. I
had emails The geocaches I put out yesterday had gone live, and I had got my
hider souvenir. And I saw there had been a Munzee event in Dover on Saturday
that I missed… or not so much “missed” as “knew absolutely nothing
about” I was rather miffed about that… until I saw that only four people
showed up for it (including the organizer and her husband).
If you are going to go to the effort of putting on
something like that, why on Earth don’t you publicise it?
I got Wordle on the fourth attempt, then made a start
at the early shift. As I worked I got a message that one of the caches
I'd hidden had been found... but only one. At lunch time I had a message to say
that I'd made a mistake in the formula I'd used in the other one.
I'd actually written "DCE" whereas what I meant was "ABC".
A subtle difference, but the difference between doing the happy dance along
Beaver Lane and sulking in front of a lap-top screen. Which presumably is what
several people had been doing this morning. I managed to put my mistake right,
and then had lunch. Sadly the co-op's piri-piri chicken sandwich wasn't all
that good.
I had an email. There was a job being advertised at
the Medway hospital. Did I fancy being the lead for staff training there? A few
years ago I would have jumped at the chance. Now...? I'm tired. I really can't
be arsed with it any more. Not so much the training as I actually enjoy that.
It's all the paperwork and meetings and being in charge. Been there, done that.
It's all a bit like hard work. These days I'm quite content to just do my
bit.
Being on an early made for an early finish. I came
home and we took the dogs to Orlestone woods where we walked for a couple of
miles. The dogs were good; but there was a dodgy five minutes when a rather
stupid rabbit ran out of a hedge and found itself nose to nose with Morgan.
Treacle had a wallow in the mud remains of a swamp. I
wish she hadn’t.
We came home. “er indoors TM” gave
Treacle a serious scrub whilst I had another go at the chair workout. The nice
man in the video said that if you don’t have dumbbells then you could improvise
with what you’ve got. I improvised with a couple of bottles of tomato ketchup.
Once I’d recovered (you’d be amazed how knackered
you can get whilst sitting down) I spent a little while looking at
dumbbells on the internet. eBay was flogging some second-hand ones but the
adverts were rather misleading. Not charging for delivery but expecting the
buyer to collect is a tad cheeky when collection would cost over twenty quid in
petrol. Especially when you consider that you can get a pair of brand-new ones
from Amazon for less than a tenner which should come tomorrow with free
delivery…
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