Another night of going to bed a bit later. It
seems to have me sleeping for longer, but there’s a limit to how long you can kip
for. The pedestrians do start getting a bit noisy shortly after 5am. They seem
to swarm up the road in droves, and have the need to shout to each other;
rather than to whisper.
Work was work; and then I came home again.
Some things never change. On the way home I had a phone call from Beth from one
of the employment agencies: we chatted for some time. I had a text from Karen
from another employment agency – she’ll phone tomorrow after the farrier has
dealt with her horse.
I don’t know if anything will come from all
of this, but I live in hope.
The home learning college phoned. I’d
contacted them yesterday about the possibility of doing some courses in web
design. They phoned back. I told them that all I wanted to know was the cost.
They wouldn’t give me a straight answer - they flannelled and hedged, and
couldn’t seem to grasp that cost was my only deciding factor. Why can’t people
be up-front about these things?
I had a vague plan to go and look at the
meteor shower tonight. But it was cold, so I didn’t bother. After all, I’ve
seen meteors before.
And here’s a sign of the times. Have you been
watching the BBC’s series “Frozen Planet”?.
I haven’t, but it would seem that the Beeb are dropping the episode on global
warming to increase the chances of selling the program
overseas.
Meanwhile I received an email this evening
telling me that “Cockzilla” is the
word, and it had details for improving various dimensions. I could be wrong,
but I don’t think that “Cockzilla”
has much to do with chickens…
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