I spent much of the night trying to get comfortable.
Whilst either carrying the pallet half a mile up the beach at Sunday’s litter
pick or doing Monday’s gardening I somehow pulled a muscle. My left hand has
been numb and my left shoulder has been hurting all week.
I interrupted my morning shave to go outside. There
was a loud crashing above me. Were there rats in the ceiling space? I went out
to see a huge seagull flying away. Better a seagull than a rat. I had a quick
look at the little pond – the predator deterrent seemed to be doing the trick.
I scoffed toast whilst peering at a dull internet,
then once we’d got the tick-repelling collars onto the dogs I took them up to
the woods.
We had a good walk. The swamps have all dried up, we
found no fox poo. But at several points we saw several people lurking maybe ten
to fifteen yards from the paths. Just standing in the undergrowth. It’s too
early in the year for mushrooms – what were they all up to?
And there was a minor incident as we came back to the
car park. Some elderly chap had taken a tumble. I helped him back up and he was
fine… he’d just gone arse over tit and couldn’t get back up again, and his
elderly wife wasn’t up to the task of heaving him up. Mind you when I say “elderly”
they probably weren’t that much older than me… I wonder how long it will be
before I couldn’t get up if I was to cark over? After all I did cark over in
the mud just a month or so ago.
I stopped off at the post box in Chart Road on the way
home to post a turd to the NHS. As part of the bowel cancer screening programme
everyone of a certain age gets to post the NHS a turd every couple of years.
When I first started in pathology many years ago things
were very different… These days you choose your specialty *before* you
apply for a job. Back in the day you were taken on as a generic trainee and you
spent two years going round the various departments to see what you liked best,
and what liked you best. It didn’t take me long to opt for a specialty that
doesn’t involve testing turds. Back in the day I tested quite a few of them and
decided that it wasn’t for me…
We came home to an empty house. “er
indoors TM” was having meetings
today. That was nice for her. I made myself a cuppa and scoffed the last of the
Bakewell tarts, Munzed, and Wordled from “watch” to “clock” to
get “crock” on the third attempt. Then despite my aching shoulder and
hand I went into the garden.
I gathered turds, I strimmed, I mowed, I cleaned out
the big pond’s filter. It has to be said that clearing the turds of a dozen
fish is far easier than clearing those of three small dogs.
I then fiddled about having a bit of a tidy-up inside.
I then put some washing in to scrub, and as it scrubbed I marked some trainee
work and wrote up some CPD.
I did the ironing whilst watching episodes of “The
Man in the High Castle” which would seem to have developed a cheapskate
version of Project
Tic-Toc (for those old enough to remember it). I
Hoovered. I got the hair trimmers out and gave Bailey a little tidy-up. Not
that she was in any way grateful.
I filled up the bird feeder, I did “FEED THE FISH”,
and just as I settled to have a little doze by the pond so “er
indoors TM” returned with a load of shopping that
needed carrying in.
We had pie and chips for dinner and watched a couple
of episodes of “The Orville” as we scoffed. They were rather good (the
episodes and the pie and chips).
I’ve got an early start tomorrow so I should really
have an early night. But I’m looking forward to having a rest tomorrow. People
think I’m joking when I ay I go to work for a rest, but yesterday was a work
day and I covered just over four thousand steps. I did over four times that amount
today…
And my hand and shoulder still hurt.
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