I woke in the small hours with a dilemma. I had plenty of
bed space but needed the loo. I could either keep the bed space and be bursting
for a tiddle for the rest of the night, or I could get up and lose the bed
space to the dogs. I got up and when I came back where there had been space for
everyone there was no longer space for anyone. I eventually secured a bit of
space as half-asleep dogs grumbled about being shoved over.
I got up at eight o’clock and turned on the radio. The
pundits on that radio were talking about how the King has declared that his
brother is no longer a prince. Bearing in mind that there’s been no formal
judgement on the allegations against Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor (as he is now known), is the
King just going with something that will make him popular with the masses? I’m
not defending Andrew at all, but would the late Queen have done this? Not that
I have any faith in the courts or the judicial system, but so much for the
principle of “innocent until proven
guilty”, eh?
Interestingly this very question appeared in a YouGov poll
I did later today in which I found that only five per cent of the population
feel that the King has been a tad hasty here. Eighty-nine per cent of those
asked feel the King was right to take the “prince” title from him. Oh
well… I’ve always known that I was in the minority.
I also saw that a blog entry from
September had received a comment overnight. Clifford Esther had posted a
load of claptrap about a spiritual herbalist who had casted all sorts of
magical spells to his advantage. If any of my loyal readers would like to avail
themselves of the services of a spell-casting spiritual herbalist then good
luck to them. I’m not encouraging that sort of nonsense.
I Munzed, had two goes at Wordle and got stuck, got dressed
and “er indoors TM” joined us for our walk in the
woods today. And with her along we had no nonsense or shenanigans at all. No
one rolled in anything, no one waded in anything. As we walked we saw that
someone had put fairy doors at the bases of some
of the trees, and we saw deer too.
We walked for four miles, and got back to the car just as
the forecast rain started. We came home, had a Whitby bun for lunch then I
popped into town to get my new glasses. I went to Boots, they spent a few
minutes checking they fitted right, and I was on my way and home within an
hour. I’m always a tad dubious with new glasses ever since one of the major
optician chains gave me double vision a few years ago.
The new glasses don’t seem that much different to the old
ones… I suppose that’s as it should be.
With a little time on my hands I wrote up some more CPD. For all
that I have to keep a record of what I do to ensure I keep up to date with
work-related matters (it’s the law!), sometimes
I wonder if I overdo it. And other times I winder if I don’t do enough. I take
the line of “little and often”. Other colleagues don’t do often, but
when they do some CPD they write a full-blown essay. I suppose I’ll find if I’m
doing it right if and when I get called up for formal audit of what I’ve done.
Five per cent of us (registered biomedical scientists) get formally
audited once every two years. Our audit time was last month, so I’m good until
2027, and anything might happen in the meantime. I might retire completely (unlikely).
I might completely change career (unlikely). I might drop dead (best
not, eh?)
I’ll carry on doing CPD…
Once the rain eased up we drove down to Rye for a little
geo-session. Last Sunday we went out hunting geocaches that qualified us for
the “Plush Bird Watching” series of geo-Treasures. There’s some of those
in Rye, and there was a geo-meet too.
We wandered here, there and thither getting the geocaches.
Half way through we had a little rest and popped in to the Waterworks (a
micro-pub in the old toilets) where we had toffee-apple cider, a very good
porter, and pork scratchings, and then went up to The Mermaid where the
geo-meet was taking place. I must admit to a degree of bias – up until now. I’ve
not liked The Mermaid… widely billed as the best pub in Rye (by far),
when I last visited the place, the staff knew that it was widely billed as the
best pub in Rye (by far) and consequently were up their own arse about
it. But things have clearly changed in the meantime. We had a very good meet-up this evening, and
having had a very good experience there I’d certainly go back to the place.
We came home. “er indoors TM” boiled
up a very good bit of dinner and we scoffed it whilst watching last night’s
episode of “The Traitors”. There’s only one more episode to go… are the
Traitors going to win?
And in closing today I’ve decided to do Movember (for
the third time). Feel free to contribute by clicking here. I’ve
randomly set a target of raising a hundred quid… I’m up to thirty quid already.
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