I slept rather well last night. Over brekkie I had my
usual root around the internet and my piss boiled on one of the supposedly
work-related Facebook pages in which people were talking about an incident on a
cruise ship when a call went out for someone who knew their blood group so they
could give a unit of blood to a fellow passenger.
Blood transfusions simply don’t work that way… unless
it is your intention to kill someone. I was reminded of my days in scouting
when a local group were going to Africa and the leader wanted to know
everyone’s blood group so that he could know whose blood could go into who… He
was serious. He’d done his research by reading up on Wikipedia (!) and I
had to involve the Chief Scout and the British Blood Transfusion Society to
dissuade him.
Here’s a tip… if you ever meet anyone using the phrase
“universal donor” or “universal recipient” then you know for a
fact that the person you’ve met knows absolutely nothing about blood
transfusions.
And I saw that the Rother Valley brewery has closed down. They brewed “Level
Best”, “Blues” and “Smild”; three of my favourite beers. It
turns out the chap who ran the brewery is in his eighties and he’s had enough.
I’m twenty years younger and I know the feeling.
I Munzed, and Wordled from “about” to “loath”
in four goes.
I took the dogs out. I tuned the radio to Radio Four’s
DAB channel, and again as I went past the Matalan roundabout and up Chart Road
so Radio Ashford came over the top of it. Perhaps it’s an interference thing as
it only happens in that location?
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about
the new head honcho at the BBC. Last week he was a big cheese at Google. I
can’t see what transferrable skills a search engine company would have for a
broadcaster, but this would seem to be how senior managers operate. Perhaps I
might jack it all in and become a coastguard or a driving instructor?
We got to the woods where we met Nala. Nala was a
rather lovable staffie who clearly wanted to join in with our group and come
with us. She showed no inclination to go back to the rather angry looking thug
who was screaming at her from across the field, and I can’t say I blamed her
for that.
We walked a variation on our usual walk. I’m keen that
we don’t do the same walk every time. Back in the day we got into a vicious
circle with Fudge who got so used to the route we took that he wouldn’t walk
any other route. And the route we took had to be the anticlockwise way round as
well. He simply refused to walk anything different; I had to put his lead on
him and drag him if we wanted a change.
As we walked so Bailey rolled in fox poo. Treacle
thought the sink hole had dried out. It hadn’t; the stinking mud was belly
deep. Morgan chased squirrels.
We went out having seen the weather forecast had been
for showers. We walked about four and a half miles over an hour and a half and
it was only when we got home that the rain hit.
The girls both had a bath. With soap. I then made us
both a cuppa and looked at the rain. I did have a plan to sort the pond aerator
pump I’d bought on Friday, but that could keep until the rain stopped. And with
the lawn wet, mowing it would have been silly.
I put shirts in to wash, wrote up some
CPD, and marked some trainee’s portfolio work. For all
that the trainees put in a lot of effort I do think they miss out by not going
on a day release and meeting up with other trainees and getting lectures from
senior workplace staff in a university environment. Like I did.
I suppose that was rather expensive though.
After a couple of scones for lunch I did the ironing.
A dull task, bit one that needed doing. As I ironed I watched a couple of
episodes of “The Handmaid’s Tale” which featured her who was rather lesbidaceous in “Orange
is the New Black”. And then with the rain having subsided I ran the hair
trimmers over my head and did “FEED THE FISH”. I then topped up the new
bird feeder. Sadly when the advert said “doesn’t scatter seed” what it
actually meant was “scatters seed like a thing possessed”. We’ve ordered
some seed trays, but having re-organised the area around the feeder last week
it is now much easier to sweep up with a yard brush.
As I topped up the feeder so I could see the sparrows
getting rather impatient, and the robin was on the feeder by the time I’d put
the bulk supply of bird seed into the shed.
And then a blue tit came for some food. That was a
result.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up fish and chips which we scoffed whilst watching “Richard Osman’s House of
Games”. Have you ever watched it? It’s one of the better TV quiz shows
which is sadly marred by the so-called celebrities who star in the show who are
always oh-so-quick to proudly show off their ignorance.
“er indoors TM” then
went bowling as she does went bowling as she does most Mondays. I made myself
comfortable on the sofa and watched a couple more episodes of “The
Handmaid’s Tale”. The story doesn’t seem to be going anywhere…
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