I slept well – up until four o’clock. But after a
quick pop to the loo I couldn’t get back to sleep. I dozed on and off up until
half past seven then gave up and got up. I *really* hate this; I spend
much of the evening falling asleep in front of the telly when I want to be
awake, and then I’m wide awake when I should be asleep.
I made toast and peered into the Internet in the
desperate hope that something interesting or amazing might have happened. It
hadn’t.
Social media was quiet. I had no emails worth having.
Neither of the two geocaches I’d hidden yesterday had been found.
I munzed, and as the dogs scoffed their brekkie I got
ready for the off.
As we drove the pundits on the radio were interviewing
Ben Proud; an Olympic swimmer who has signed
up for the Enhanced
Games; a proposed sporting event in which contestants are
allowed to use performance-enhancing drugs if they want to. Mr Proud was saying
that he’s coming to the end of his swimming career and this is his last chance
to make big bucks. He claimed that these enhanced games will allow him to make
more money in one year than he made in the last thirteen. There was then a
strange conversation about how professional athletes are paid and how they
should be paid more.
Should they?
Is swimming fast a career or a hobby?
Should I get paid for taking my dogs for a walk or for
going geocaching or doing gardening or any other hobby?
We got to the woods in bright sunshine, but the rain
started about a mile into the walk, and it continued for two more miles. We had
a good (if damp) walk, and the rain stopped about half a mile before we
got back to the car.
We came home for a cuppa. Treacle barked at the bin
men emptying the garden waste bin (and got in trouble for doing so), and
I did the ironing As I ironed I watched an episode of “Black Mirror”.
Imagine realising that reality is actually one big simulation and you are at
the mercy of the passing whim of a sadist…
Seeing the rain had cleared I went into the back
garden and carried on trimming back the roses and vines and brambles and trees
flowing over the fence from not-so-nice-next-door. How tall is it reasonable
for the plants, trees and shrubs along her fence to be? It’s difficult for me
to be impartial but I’d say that they are about six to eight feet above what
I’d consider to be too tall. I’ve mentioned it to her in the past, but the last
time I tried she just started ranting and pretended not to understand me;
hysterically shouting “don’t you understand English”?
I then had a little doze on the sofa. Having sat with
me by the pond for a while, Treacle then sat on my lap as I slept. I hope she’s
OK – she has been very clingy today.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a rather good curry which we scoffed whilst watching the last episode of the
current season of “Star Trek: Strange New Worlds” which sadly was
perhaps the weakest episode for a long time.
One of the geocaches I hid yesterday has been found –
the one with the tricky puzzle, The really easy one remains unfound. Seriously?
I’ve got to go to work in the morning…
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