I would have slept well had Treacle not decided to
stomp all over my head at half past four, and having stomped all over my head
she then took over my pillow. “er indoors TM”
“quietly remonstrated” with her (!) and Treacle set up next to me
and pushed and pushed. I eventually dozed off again once she eventually fell
asleep.
I got up at eight o’clock and stood on the scales. I
stood on them before going to bed last night, and overnight my weight had gone
up by two pounds. I stood on them again
after I’d had a shave and my weight had come back down by five pounds. What was
that all about?
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. I do that
every morning. It was much the same as ever.
I Munzed, and looked at the drizzle. With rain showers
forecast for all day I thought I might as well take a chance on a walk and hope
for the best.
As I started driving so the heavens opened, but the
downpour only lasted for about a minute. As we drove to the woods the leader of
the opposition Kemi Badenoch was on Desert Island Discs. Like so many
politicians she spoke a lot of sense. Politicians wind me up. When you listen
to what they have to say it is so sensible, and usually utterly at odds with
what their stated policies actually are.
We got to the woods. We walked four miles; not quite
our usual route as I didn’t fancy the uphill bit in slippery mud. As we walked
we saw several other dog walkers, and a herd of deer which was far too fast for
me to catch with the camera.
We drove home via the petrol station where (as well
as petrol) I treated myself to a creme egg. There’s a hundred and seventy
calories I really didn’t need. And we had a minor episode as we came along
Brookfield Road. Some idiot in a lorry took exception to my stopping for the
red traffic light and had a good blast on his hooter, and then drove about two
yards from the back of my car for the next mile, even though from his high
vantage point he could see I could go no faster. It was a shame that his lorry
bore no company logo so I had no idea to whom I might complain. I contented
myself by having a little whinge on rate-driver.com. More people should use
that website.
We got home and the dogs had a warm shower. For all
that we were right to have gone out for a walk (we had maybe five minutes of
drizzle in an hour and a half’s walking), the dogs got very grubby. And
with them scrubbed and soon snoring I made a cuppa for “er
indoors TM” and me.
I then spent an hour marking more trainee work. It’s
what I used to do back in the day when I was supervisor and manager. But back
in the day things were different. When I was supervisor and manager I never felt
that I was very good at supervisor-ing and manager-ing. I’ve never seen the
need for endless paperwork, and I don’t have the temperament for meetings. I
can remember (about twenty years ago) being formally ordered to a
meeting at which the managers of our department would discuss our approach to a
larger meeting of a bigger group of managers. However the outcome of that
larger meeting had already been decided.
Not only was I the only one who felt that both
meetings were a waste of time, I was taken to one side and told that I wasn’t
being a team player.
I don’t want to go back to supervisor-ing and
manager-ing, but I can assess trainee’s work.
I wrote up some CPD, and them remembered I’d not
Wordled. So I Wordled. Starting with “waste” was a waste of a go, so I
tried “found” and got two vowels (if nothing else). “Group”
got me no closer. Bearing in mind that there wasn’t really anywhere else to put
the vowels I eventually came up with the answer (jumbo) on the fourth
attempt.
I did my usual trick of spending the afternoon
watching episodes of “Four In a Bed” in which an obnoxious pair of oiks
won despite no-one actually managing to sleep in their establishment because of
all the road noise.
“er indoors TM” sorted fish and
chips and went off out for the evening. I settled under a pile of dogs and
watched more episodes of “Harlots”.
I’ve spent a lot of today watching telly…
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