I slept through till after eight o’clock this morning.
I got up, made toast, and had a look at the Internet as I do. My piss boiled as
I read one of the local Facebook pages. People were up in arms because the
local hospital has shut its branch of Costa and is using the space as a makeshift ward.
Hospitals can’t win.
There’s ever increasing demand, ever decreasing
resources, public pressure to send much of the workforce back to their
countries of origin, consternation about people on beds in corridors, and now
when they repurpose an area as a ward, that’s wrong too. What the
self-appointed watchdogs don’t realise is that by creating this aura of public
hostility to hospitals, no one wants to work in a hospital, and the situation
just gets worse.
I Munzed, got Wordle (knife) on the third
attempt, and got ready for our walk. A month or so ago a friend had archived
all her geocaches in some (relatively) nearby woods. I had a vague plan
to put out another series there; the idea was that if the woods were good for a
dog walk then geo-maintenance could be combined with a dog walk.
We got to the car park of the woods to find a load of
people clearing away their overnight camp. A lot of local woods are well known
to tourists as somewhere that you can camp overnight for free.
I put on my wellies and we went for a walk. The woods
are good for a walk in that they are flat, but… Bailey got on to the wrong side
of barbed wire fences twice, disappeared down a rabbit hole, and just as I
thought she was calming down she vanished for half an hour. She can be a sod…
In between Bailey playing silly beggars I found eleven
hidey-holes for new caches, Maybe not a perfectly circular walk; maybe a tad
too much back-tracking. But it would make a good semi-regular dog walk for me (even
if Bailey has to go on the lead).
We came home. I ironed some shirts whilst watching a
rather weak episode of “Black Mirror” in which some woman was running
through a post-apocalyptic world trying to escape from killer robots. No
explanation was ever given for either.
And with shirts ironed I made a start on preparing the
web pages for the geocaches for which I’d found locations this morning. My plan
was just to make a start… I got all of the admin done. The new geo-series is
almost ready to go; all that remains if for me to actually put the pots under
rocks at eleven specific locations. I thought about doing that this evening,
but we would have been running out of daylight. It will keep until later… later
probably being early next week.
Seeing the dogs were fast asleep I loudly announced “I’m
Going To Feed The Fish”. It was mean of me, but they leapt up. They love
the feeding the fish ritual as they get some of the food.
As I went into the garden I saw all the little jobs I
was going to do. The big pond filter needs a clean. The little pond’s plants
need pruning. The lawn needs mowing…
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a very good curry which we scoffed whilst watching this week’s episode of “Bake
Off” in which there are three distinct groups. Those wondering if they’ve
one, those wondering if they are going home, and those making up the numbers.
I’ve got to go to work again tomorrow…
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