I slept through till five o’clock this morning which
was something of a result compared to the last two days. I got up and made a
cuppa; I skipped toast. Last night I’d scoffed some old frozen curry I’d found
in the freezer and it wasn’t sitting well this morning. I watched an episode of
“The Young Ones” then had a little look at the Internet.
There were disappointingly few photos of families in
Christmas pyjamas. Someone was trying to spam the local geocaching Facebook
page. They didn’t succeed. And there was an amazing argument taking place on a
Facebook page about the 1970s. Someone had posted a photos of the group Slade
with their cars. All of them had a Rolls Royce. Back then having a Rolls Royce
was a sign of success. But there was loads of bitterness being vented by people
who didn’t have a Rolls Royce. You’d think people would have had better things
to be doing at half past six on a Christmas morning, wouldn’t you?
I Munzed and captured two radius boosters. I wonder
how they work. And I nearly failed Wordle. Starting with “group” I
finally got “prism” on the last attempt.
Trying to not wake anyone I got ready for work. I’ve
only had one of the last twelve Christmases off work. I’ve worked on nine of
the last twelve Christmas Days, one Boxing Day and pretty much all the
non-weekend Christmas Eves.
I set off to work. Bearing in mind it was before seven
o'clock on Christmas Day there was a lot of traffic on the roads. I can
remember working the night of Christmas Eve in 1985 and my Dad picking me up
from work Christmas morning. On the drive from Ashford to Hastings we saw
perhaps a dozen cars back then.
As I drove I listened to the morning service from
Leeds Cathedral. Billed as carols and lessons, it was dreadful howling and
platitudes. I soon gave up with it and sang along to Ivor Biggun instead.
I got to work a little early and treated myself to the
cooked breakfast. It was OK... nothing special, but then (sadly) it
rarely is. The dinners in the works canteen are really good, but the brekkies
leave a little to be desired.
I got on with work. Back in the day Christmas used to
be a time for dire emergencies only; this morning wasn't unlike a routine
weekend day. The work was constant. One thing made me sit up and take notice
though. One of the tests we do is to measure the amount of vitamin B12 in a
patient's blood When I first started in 1981 we would save these tests up and
un a batch of maybe thirty tests once a week (or less often) as it as a
specialized and unusual test. Over the holidays the very few we might have had
would have been stockpiled and tested in the New Year.
This morning I checked and authorised the results of
forty such tests that had been done overnight last night on Christmas
Eve.
With work worked I came home down a motorway which was
far busier that you might expect. Being at a bit of a loose end Chris came
round and we had a rather good bit of dinner, then spent a while playing on
various games consoles as the day got more and more vague…
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