I stood on the scales this morning. I’m under fourteen and
a half stones. That’s a result. I made toast and peered into the Internet as I
do every morning.
There were more photos and videos of Saturday’s Town Crier event in Rye.
There were all sorts of memes and posts about tipping the
serving staff in restaurants for no apparent reason. I can remember my days
working in a restaurant. Admittedly it was a few years ago… All the people
working in the Harbour Restaurant got paid a pound per hour. I used to work
about eight hours a day, and got about fifty quid a week in wages. But I did
the cooking and the washing up and pretty much everything *except* ask
the punters what they wanted and slap the plates in front of them. Those who
did nothing *except* ask the punters what they wanted and slap the
plates in front of them were also paid a pound per hour and used to work about eight
hours a day. But they took home close on double what I did as they got tips.
If you are going to leave a tip in a restaurant, make sure
it goes into a collection pot (and not into the waitress’s hand) so
those who actually do the hard work get a share.
Yesterday I found that I couldn’t continue my Coursera
course without paying for it. I whinged at them, and overnight they replied
that “We recently launched a new course preview experience to replace our
previous audit experience. Now, you're able to preview the first module of
nearly every course on Coursera for free”. I used to be able to access
every course in its entirety for free. It is such a shame that they’ve done
this.
We got the leads onto the dogs and I took them out. As we
drove the pundits on the radio were interviewing the Conservative politician Tom Tugendhat who seemed
to think that the Prime Minister was blind to the Chinese attempting to take
over the world. Are they? If so, they must be mad.
We got to the woods. It was rather overcast and misty, but
we had a good walk. It was rather peaceful; there was some bird song but not
much. It is now very apparent that I got my birdsong app during mating season
when all the birds were shouting for attention; they are a lot quieter these
days.
As we walked I saw several squirrels that the dogs didn’t,
and a stag in the distance. The stag posed for nearly a minute; it was only a
shame that the zoom function on my phone isn’t what it might be.
As we walked the mist became drizzle, and we were rather
damp by the time we got back to the car. It was odd that we walked exactly the
same route that we did on Friday but today it was quarter of a mile longer.
We came home to have grubby tummies washed, then as I had a
cuppa so the dogs all settled and snored.
I then popped round the corner to replace a geocache of
mine which someone had admitted to having dropped and lost. As I walked so I
saw that the drizzle was getting worse.
Once home again I decided against mowing the lawn and doing
the pond filter. Hopefully it will be a tad drier tomorrow. Instead of
gardening I Munzed, got Wordle (beard) on the second attempt and wrote up some CPD.
And with the drizzle showing no signs of abating I got out
my Lego pirate ship and set about rebuilding it. That kept me out of mischief for
much of the afternoon.
“er indoors TM” boiled up pizza
for tea, and with that scoffed she went bowling. I cracked on with the ironing whilst
watching “The Forsyte Saga” on Netflix. It was a quite good show… though
a tad on the un-moral side…
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