4 June 2026 (Thursday) - Rain, Puzzles, Packing

I slept for nine hours last night; that was a result. Mind you I did spend all of yesterday feeling like death warmed up. That’s night shifts…

I got up and made toast. I scoffed it peering into a dull Internet. Not a lot was kicking off really. Some left wing crackpots were posting to Facebook ranting about people canvassing for the Restore UK party who were wearing some sort of uniform. Some were saying it was a good thing, some were saying it was illegal, some were likening it to the Brownies… I’ll just say that nothing has divided the country quite as much as the recent rise of the nationalists.

As I stared into the Internet so not-so-nice-next-door came and took our garden waste bin. I popped out to see what was going on. The bin men had swapped our bins over. We swapped them back; I remarked about how the bin men never put the bins back properly and she smiled. That’s a step in the right direction.

 

Despite the weather forecast I took the dogs out. We delivered cards then went up to Kings Wood. We got about a quarter of a mile when the heavens opened. We got about a couple of hundred yards more and I was soaked to the skin, and the dogs all looked miserable.

We gave up and came home for a warming shower. I made a cuppa for “er indoors ^TM” and myself, and the sun came out.

I spent an hour trying to solve a series of geo-puzzles that were published this morning. I didn’t solve any.

I amazed myself by Munzing from “rainy” straight to “alloy” … I couldn’t think of any other word ending in “y” that had an “a” in it..

 

I had a look at packing for our holiday… You wouldn’t believe the amount of pairs of trousers that I found. I was rather twitchy about getting today’s trousers ready after their earlier soaking, but I’ve got three pairs packed that I didn’t know I had, and will be wearing a fourth pair that I had no idea that I had either. How is it possible to be so blissfully aware of how many pairs of trousers you’ve got

I ordered up some beer for tomorrow, and had another look at the geo-puzzles. I solved all of them. Well, Gordon told me the answer to one.

 

Seeing the rain had stopped I went into the garden. We did “FEED THE FISH” and I re-potted one of the pond plants which had got too big for the floating basket and was threatening to topple it.

And then it started raining again.

 

Once the rain stopped we got most of our luggage loaded into the car ready for tomorrow, and the holiday started with a KFC dinner which we scoffed whilst watching an episode of “The Orville”

I’ve (hopefully) figured out where we are going tomorrow…

I should have an early night as we’ve got an early start tomorrow. 

3 June 2026 (Wednesday) - Rather Tired

Last night was a typical night shift really (I suppose), but I did find myself reflecting on how night shifts have changed. The first one I ever did was some time in August 1985 when we were called in from home as needed. I did maybe half a dozen blood counts that night and was finished by half past midnight.

Last night I spent the entire shift in the department (when I wasn't on the loo). I cleared up the work that the day shifts couldn't complete and then had over sixty blood counts, a couple of dozen coagulation screens and was going (quite literally) all night long.

Some days I don't get to my daily step target of six thousand steps; I'd cleared that by half past six this morning.

 

The pain in my back eased a little overnight which was a result. I did something to my back over the weekend. On Monday  I thought I'd got a trapped nerve as the pain had moved to my right arse cheek, and yesterday it slowly moved its way down my thigh. I Googled my symptoms (which is never a good thing to do) and ended up wishing that I hadn't.

However the Bombay Bad Bot pot noodle I had for lunch yesterday had worked its way through, and I spent the last half of the night wishing I'd had toast and jam for lunch instead.

I was glad to see the early shift roll in, and I was even gladder to drive off homewards.

 

As I drove home the pundits on the radio were talking about the riots sparked by the death of Henry Nowak. Having been stabbed to death by some maniac, the chap’s family called for his death not to be made a political issue, and so no end of people have deliberately made it just that.

As I came up Brookfield Road I saw that petrol was five pence per litre more expensive than what I'd paid in Maidstone to top up last night, so that was something of a result. Mind you the pundits on the radio had said that petrol in America was four dollars per gallon... that's  two pounds and ninety six pence per gallon which is about sixty-two pence a litre as opposed to the one pound fifty-six pence per litre I paid last night. You have to wonder why the Americans get their petrol so cheaply, don't you?

 

I got home, went to bed and woke up five hours later feeling like death warmed up. I had a vague idea to take the dogs to Orlestone woods for a walk, but it was hossing down.

Whilst Morgan ate “er indoors ^TM” ‘s sock I phoned Sainsburys helpline to whinge. I went into the petrol station at Aylesford last night to get exactly the same experience that I had a couple of weeks ago when I wrote: “It turned out that despite every single food item being labelled as "meal deal", only certain items were actually in the meal deal. The woman behind the till felt that it was rather obvious what was and what wasn't in the deal, and seemed to think that the labelling was some sort of advertising or artwork”. 

I got through to someone whose first language obviously wasn’t English. I outlined the problem and he’s going to investigate it for me. That will be nice. I’ve whinged in the past… there’s a simple issue in that they simply need to make their signage clearer, but they seem to want to blow it out of all proportion.

 

I then spent quite a while making today’s blog piccie, doing CPD, and downloading geocaches for next week’s excursions. I downloaded about ten thousand – hopefully that should be enough. As I downloaded I watched the first episode of the third season of “The Handmaid’s Tale”. I can’t help but wonder if the writers have run out of steam; the characters have completely changed from what they were in the previous season. But I suppose it makes for dramatic telly all the time you don’t think too hard about it.

We did “FEED THE FISH” and I gave my new hair trimmers a first trial run. I might have been a bit vigorous with them.

 

“er indoors ^TM” boiled up a rather good bit of scoff which we washed down with a bottle of plonk. But not just any old bottle of plonk; the cheapest one I could find in Sainsburys last night.

It wasn’t too shabby at all… And with it scoffed the dogs amazed me. Rather than going over to the other sofa with “er indoors ^TM”, they all looked at me expectantly. It took me a minute to realise that they’ve realized that after our having a bottle of plonk I usually share a packet of cheesy biccies with them.

They are rather clever…

2 June 2026 (Tuesday) - Before The Night Shift

I woke in the small hours to the sound of Treacle squeaking. She’d got off the bed and couldn’t get back on… until I got up to help her when she jumped up easily enough. As I was up anyway I went to the loo, and then dozed on and off listening to the sound of the rain. The heatwave has finally given in to rain. Ho hum…

I got up and made toast. As I scoffed I had my usual rummage round the Internet. I was presented with quite a few adverts for an upcoming psychic fair. It will be run by someone claiming to be “a renowned Tarot practitioner and intuitive healer who empowers others by illuminating their path with deep insight and spiritual clarity”. 

She’s also a “Usui Reiki Master and Teacher, who practices on a intuitive & spiritual level”.

Am I being unfair trying not to laugh out loud? Fifteen years ago when times were hard I used to try to sell oil paintings at these psychic fairs. The same old people would come to them, and hand over not inconsiderable amounts of money. One chap would rub their heads another would have them lie under a blanket and wave what he claimed was an eagle’s wing over them…  and they would all turn up a month later at the next psychic fair with the same ongoing maladies.

I’ll just make the observation that *if” this stuff actually worked, why do its proponents go to doctors and hospitals when they are ill?

And there was whinging from Hastings. The old building that used to house the printing works of the local newspaper has opened a rooftop bar with spectacular views… and spectacular prices. One gin & tonic and a tin (tin!) of cider was eighteen quid.

 

The weather forecast said the rain would ease so we went to the woods for a walk. Either the rain or the threat of parking prices had put people off of going to Kings Wood – there was only one other car in the car park when we arrived.

We walked a different walk to our usual one. With reports that one of my geocaches had gone missing we arranged our route to go past it and have a look. The thing was exactly where it was supposed to be. I always thought that one was rather easy to find, but people have struggled with it. I’ve amended the hint.

From there we meandered our way back to the car. It was a shame that Morgan had to rill in fox poo, but there it is.

 

Once home I hosed muddy paws and muddy bellies (and fox poo), did monthly flea treatments, put a load of washing in to scrub and made myself a cuppa. I Munzed. I Wordled from “toast” to “basis” via “scram” and “ashen”. I wrote up some CPD, and went to bed for a few hours.

It was too hot to sleep properly.

I got up and watched a few episodes of “The Handmaid’s Tale”. At an hour long the episodes are loo long, and the characters aren’t really believable; seemingly changing their attitudes and natures every two minutes depending on the twists of the plot.

 

I’m off to the night shift in a minute… 

1 June 2026 (Monday) - Work, Ironing

I woke after an hour’s sleep, and then saw every hour of the night. I finally gave up trying to sleep at five o’clock, got up and watched an episode of “The Handmaild’s Tale”. It’s a rather thought-provoking show. How do these totalitarian states run by religious crackpots actually work when the entire thing is based on a system of religious crackpottery in which no one actually believes.

I had my usual look at Facebook… perhaps I shouldn’t. The Reform UK councillor for one of the wards on the Romney Marsh was ranting about the proposed solar farm which might or might not be built on the Romney Marsh. His position was that he was for it and against it and would go with whatever opinion would seem to get him the most votes. I suppose that’s as good a position as we can expect from any politician?

I got ready for work.

 

As I drove up the motorway the pundits on the radio were talking about how parliament was going to be discussing the "Single Patient Record"; a plan to combine GP, hospital and social care data records so patients don't have to keep repeating their medical history time and again at appointments, and so that clinicians can access anyone's medical history. Needless to say the conspiracy theory crackpots are up in arms about it, but from my personal perspective it would be invaluable for me to know someone's blood transfusion history if they didn't live locally and didn't feature on our works IT system.

I was rather amazed to hear that parliament was going to be discussing it for the first time; this was first tried nearly twenty years ago. The project dragged on and on, and wasn't the glowing success everyone had been hoping for.

My diaries of the time mentioned the DCW which was rather fundamental to the project. Perhaps if we had ever found out what DCW stood for, things might have turned out differently.

And there was talk about a load of midwives in a hospital in Nottingham. Supposedly having been guilty of everything possible bad thing under the sun, it was suggested that they were actually massively overworked, with administrators seemingly unaware of what staffing levels actually were supposed to be. Rather ironic when you think that NHS Trusts are trying to get staff to go, isn't it?

 

As I drove I managed not to crash into the van of "Orchard 2 Office" ; a company which specialises in delivering fruit to workplaces. As I have said so many times, if you are going to drive like a mania, it is best done in a vehicle that doesn't have your company's name and logo emblazoned all over it.

I stopped off at Sainsburys to get lunch, then went in to work. Today was supposedly a non-working day, but what with having had a minor hiccup over the weekend I'd been asked to go in for an extra day. I was happy to do so. As I said only two days ago, bearing in mind how I was treated where I used to work, it is rather good to be asked to help. 

 

With my bit done I came home. We had pizza and “er indoors ^TM” went bowling as she does on Mondays. I put more episodes of “The Handmaid’s Tale” on the telly and got on with the ironing as the dogs slept.

 

Somehow or other I’ve managed to trap a nerve in my leg today. It really hurts….

31 May 2026 (Sunday) - Lazy Day

Being wide awake at half past five I put the washing machine on, and having got up and done something I then went back to sleep for a couple more hours. When I got up I had a rather bad backache; I wonder what set that off?

I hung out the washing, made toast and looked at the Internet. Yesterday when I was at work “er indoors ^TM” hid a geocache in Boughton Aluph. This morning I got an email telling me that it (and others locally) had gone live at seven o’clock this morning. There’s a chap who lives up the road who seems obsessed with being the first one to get to any new geocache. He found “er indoors ^TM”’s one within an hour of it being published. Having found that one five miles away in Boughton Aluph whilst I was asleep, he took a couple of minutes to get back to the car, had a twenty minute drive down some incredibly narrow country lanes where he found another new one at Charing. And then got the hat trick by driving on to Pluckley where he found his third one. For an encore he got two more in Tenterden and was on his way home before ten o’clock on a Sunday morning…

Each to their own I suppose…

There was an interesting squabble on one of the pond-related Facebook pages that I follow. It was claimed that your water bill is only payable on water that then goes back down the drains and sewers, and consequently any water that goes into a garden pond is free. It was claimed that you could set up a water meter on your garden hose to measure how much water goes into your garden ponds and claim a refund.

Can You? I don’t know. I’m not even on a water meter so it’s no skin off my nose, but you should have seen the bickering this suggestion provoked.

 

I Munzed, Wordled from “water” to “etude”. “Etude” !!! After “teeth” and “elite” I knew I had et—e and looked up what five letter words might fit. There was only one. Apparently it is a short piece of music. One lives and learns.

 

“er indoors ^TM” went to brekkie with friends. I stayed home and pootled. I sorted undercrackers, pulled weeds from flower pots, cleaned out the fish tank filter, cleaned out the small pond filter, swept round, gathered dog turds (four times!). By the time “er indoors ^TM” came hone I was worn out.

 

“My Boy ^TM” and ”Auntie Chel ^TM” popped in. They’d been tree shopping at B&Q and looking at materials for making a pergola for their garden. We had a rather good bit of dinner and put the world to rights.

When they went I then ran the hose out to top up the big pond, and whilst I was at it I cleaned out the pond’s filter. It is *so* much easier to clean the pressure filter than the old box filter that we used to have,

I had a little kip. I’d far rather sleep during the night than during the afternoon, but there it is.

 

I’ve had a rather lazy day today… not a bad thing occasionally.

 

30 May 2026 (Saturday) - Dog Club then Work

I went back to normality last night by waking far too early, Five o’clock, which was rather good compared to some nights, but still two hours too early. I dozed fitfully before finally getting up at seven o’clock. I made toast and peered into the Internet. There was a squabble on Hastings Old Town’s Facebook page. Some chap who seemingly has never travelled more than half an hour’s drive from the place has set himself up as “The Good Food Hunter UK” and has taken to reviewing local cafes. As is always the case, these reviews are only ever welcomed when they are glowing.

There was also a cryptic post which seemed to imply that the Peacock pub in Cranbrook was to re-open. It would be good if it could… but having only ever visited the place twice myself I’m hardly in any position to help them with my custom.

And Robert Jenrick was trying to stir the sh*t. Apparently the First Lady of Sierra Leone had rented a flat from Southward Council when she had no right to. Obviously with no end of people on waiting lists, this should never have happened. But who was the Secretary of State for Housing a year after this woman took the lease? Oh… it was Robert Jenrick.

One thing about which we need to be acutely aware is that much of that with which the Reform UK party politicians are finding fault are issues that they themselves allowed and/or caused when they were Conservative party politicians. They are for the most part the very same people.

 

Steve was on the radio doing the “Guess the Lyrics” competition. “Lifeboat lies lost at sea, I’ve been trying to reach your shore”. No – I had no idea either. It was Level 42 – Lessons in Love.

I Wordled from “early” to “smile” in four goes. I Munzed. We got ready for Dog Club.

 

Dog Club was rather good. We had a dozen (or more) dogs along and the usual mayhem ensued. It’s a shame that Treacle is so grumpy, but there it is.

From Dog Club I went to work. As I drove Steve was doing the Mystery Year competition. “Terry and June” first aired, as did “Minder”. E.L.O.’s “Shine a Little Love” and Abba’s "Does Your Mother Know" … 1979. For all that people rave about the music of the eighties, the late seventies weren’t too shabby. Even if they seemed rather hard work at the time.

As I drove up the motorway the radio signal was iffy. I realized I’d had the radio on the DAB band all week. Last week I was whinging about DAB radio; it had been fine all week. For some odd reason it definitely plays up at the weekends. I wonder why?

 

I got to work. As I have said many times I wouldn’t recommend working anywhere that never puts up a “closed” sign, but we had something of a minor hiccup. Bearing in mind how I was treated where I used to work, it is rather good to be asked to help. I got stuck in and did my bit.

The DAB signal was fine on Radio Four as I drove home…

 

“er indoors ^TM” sorted dinner which we scoffed whilst playing a few games of “Ticket to Ride” which (amazingly) I won by four games to three… 

29 May 2026 (Friday) - Before Another Late Shift

Again I managed to sleep through until after seven o’clock. Maybe laying on the bed rather than under the duvet is the trick?

I got up, made toast and peered into a calm Internet. No one was arguing. There were photos from people on holiday in Canada and Alaska, there were photos of people’s garden ponds. I sent birthday wishes to my cousin, then went and woke “er indoors ^TM” and the dogs.

 

As they had brekkie I Wordled from “games” to “clang” in three goes, then took the dogs out. As I drove I listened to the pundits on the radio interviewing the Minister for Something-Or-Other. Yesterday I whinged about the quality of interviewee. Today I shall whinge about the quality of interviewer. The interviewer would ask a question and before the poor Minister for Something-Or-Other could say more than two words so another question would be thrown at him. He never actually got to say anything, and he did whinge about it a couple of times. All in all, it was rather a waste of air-time.

 

We went to Orlestone for our walk today. On Wednesday the car park was heaving; today there were only three other cars. We walked a couple of miles and didn’t see anyone. As we walked we found a dead mouse, and once the dogs had all rolled in it there was a minor squabble about who got to eat it. Bailey ran amok and came back covered in fox poo. Treacle found a surprisingly rancid and still wet swamp.

 

We came home for a bath. And with dogs scrubbed I made a cuppa for “er indoors ^TM” and me. I looked at booking a slot at the newly-opened tip to get rid of a load of rotten timbers, but there were no slots available. I suppose I could have tried the tip in Allington (as it’s not *that* much of a detour on the way to work) but I couldn’t be bothered.

 

I went to work via Sainsbury’s where my piss boiled. As I stood in the queue for the till there was an elderly couple in front of me. They’d got about a third of their shopping then joined the queue. Whilst the old dear stood, the old bloke was shuffling round the shop, periodically coming back with bits and bobs he would add to their trolley. But he kept going here and there collecting more shopping even when their stuff was going through the till, and had the right hump when his wife told him that he was being unreasonable to expect me and others to wait for him when we’d gone and got all our shopping *before* joining the queue.

Is it just me who attracts these idiots.

 

Work was work, but the evening was rather hard work. It can be sometimes…