I slept through till nine o’clock this morning. We were up
rather late last night what with the novelty of the new Infinity table. I found
myself thinking back to one night in the mid-eighties when we got a state of
the art games console (Atari 2600) and sat up
until six o’clock in the morning playing “Centipede”
As I scoffed toast I saw my aunt had commented on something
I’d posted on Facebook yesterday evening. I’ taken a photo of the Infinity
table’s version of “Frustration” and mentioned that I used to beat her
all the time at that game fifty years ago. And all my cousins had pressed the “like”
button and commented. Looking back it would seem that my poor aunt had been
playing “Frustration” every single day for years with a succession of
nephews and nieces.
I Munzed, got Wordle (bunny) on the third attempt
which was rather impressive, and then looked out of the window. I’ve complained
about the weather forecasts recently… it would seem that they are relatively
good at forecasting when it comes to predicting rain. I had hoped to go out for
a little walk before the late shift but it was hossing down.
I went into the garden quickly to harvest the dog dung.
That’s a job which is best done before the turds get too wet. Have you ever
tried harvesting saturated dog turds? Take it from me – you’d rather not.
I wrote up some CPD, did a
YouGov survey, did some puzzles on chess dot com, and as the rain stopped and
the sun came out so I set off to the late shift.
With nothing but tripe on the radio I sang along to
the music on my MP3 player as I drove to work. Last week I treated myself to
Queen's Greatest Hits Volumes I, II and III so I had something different
to howl along to. I stopped off at Sainsburys to get some cash. I was planning
to get some tennis balls for Dog Club as well, but the place was heaving, so I
didn't.
I got to work, had a spot of lunch, then cracked on.
As I started I saw there was a little parcel waiting for me. A
few days ago a colleague was a little bit late for her shift and I'd
covered for her. She felt guilty about getting caught in a traffic jam and had
got me a little pressie. That will go down nicely.
I got on with work. As I've said before, back in the
day weekends really were emergency work only. Now weekends are pretty much like
any other day with clinics and all sorts going ahead. As well they should.
As I worked I had a phone call from “er
indoors TM” to say that Bailey had
escaped and had been returned by a passer-by.
And then I had a phone call from nice-next-door.
“er
indoors TM” was using her phone to
tell me she'd locked herself out. I'm not quite sure how she managed to do
that, but I was detailed to phone “My Boy TM” and
have him go round with some keys. I did that whilst having all sorts of
nightmare visions of what was going on at home. Eventually I got a message that
they had they sent for a locksmith... who charged close on two hundred quid for
five minutes work.
Also whilst I was out Chris popped round with something
that plugs into the router so that the Infinity table can see the Internet.
Today’s been rather stressful…
Meanwhile the mutton chops are now into their last
week, and here’s the links (again)…
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