I spent much of yesterday evening nodding off and
struggling to stay awake… and I was wide awake and watching “Orange ins the
New Black” before five o’clock this morning.
With telly watched I had a little look at the
Internet. This morning my Facebook feed was telling me all about house prices
in the Liverpool area. What was that all about? There wasn’t a lot else going
on, so I sorted the undercrackers I’d washed and dried last night, set the
dishwasher going, and got ready for work.
I wandered off up the road to find where I'd left my
car, and set off to work. As I drove the farming program was on the radio - you
always know when you are up far too early as that's when the farming program is
on. This morning they were interviewing the head honcho of a leech farm. The
chap started off by saying that in days gone by he was the farm manager. These
days he is still doing exactly the same job, but he made a point of saying that
he is now the "quality systems manager". I sighed and thought
about turning the radio off. But I didn't. The program was surprisingly
interesting. Apparently leeches are still used in the NHS in cases of plastic
surgery and re-attachment of severed digits as they are really useful in
restoring circulation.
And they are used to reduce red cell mass in cats and dogs with polycythaemia;
something I deal with (in humans on a regular basis. It was only a shame that
neither the chap being interviewed or the interviewer could pronounce
"polycythaemia".
I found myself thinking of an old colleague who used
to breed leeches. I can't remember why on Earth she bred them, but I can
remember that she got a particularly nasty infection from one when she let it
bite her. Shortly after that she moved to the Channel Islands where it was
alleged that she was running sex parties on a superyacht, and the last I heard
of her was that she was in a French prison charged with selling unlicensed and
unproven drugs which would supposedly (but didn't) cure cancer.
I got to work and did that which I couldn't avoid, but
an early start made for an early finish. I came home, and together with “er
indoors TM” took the dogs down to
Orlestone for a little walk. We went round the woods; again the woods were very
quiet. Where were (and where are!) all the birds that my app used to
find?
As we walked we found ourselves greeted by a couple of
dogs. The woman with them was so apologetic and seemed very grateful that we
weren’t angry. Like me, this woman has met several other dog owners who really
don’t understand what dogs are like. Her dogs and our dogs all woofed at each
other for a few seconds, and then all was fine. As it always is.
We had a good walk; it was only a shame that Treacle
had to dive in the deep puddle just as we came to the end of our walk.
“er indoors TM” boiled up
lamb chops which we scoffed whilst watching another episode of “Quantum Leap”.
I’ve got a theory… if I make a point of trying not to fall asleep in front of
the telly this evening and don’t have an early night, I might not be wide awake
from three o’clock tomorrow morning. It’s a good theory (I hope).
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