Thermoregulation may well
be a cause of my insomnia; at night I am often either swelteringly
hot or icy cold. Both of which wake me. This was certainly a problem
for me last night. Perhaps I need to look into this a bit?
A quick bite of brekkie,
and then as the fruits of my loin came home (for various reasons
of their own) I set off delivering catalogues to the lucky
punters. I covered three roads in an hour. Let’s hope these punters
are grateful for my efforts. The last bunch could have been more
effusive in their appreciation. Not that I’m complaining or
anything.
And having offered
wonderful bargains to the masses I came home and did the monthly
accounts. Which (it has to be said) could be healthier. And
then having again revamped my C.V. I spent a couple of hours applying
for jobs. It’s interesting that most of the jobs that come up on
the websites I’ve been perusing seem to have been being advertised
for months. Perhaps they can’t get the right candidates. Perhaps
they need to actually read my C.V. rather than just bin it. I don’t
just apply for any old job – I only apply for jobs I honestly think
I can do well. Perhaps my C.V. needs sexing up so people won’t bin
it. I’ve sent it off for a once-over from “The Man with No
Alias (patent pending)”. Let’s see what he makes of it.
This afternoon I went to
the dentist. I’ve been trying to get an appointment for weeks, and
have had to cancel due to the vagaries of my shifts. So I phoned them
on the spur of the moment to see if they’d had any cancellations.
They had; and my fang is now fixed.
Home again, and I got
beer out of the bucket and into the barrel ready for camp. Camp is
six weeks away, but preparation is everything. And talking of
preparing, loyal readers might like to make a note in their diaries
for Sunday July 15th for a day
out at the Dover Western Heights: they are having an open day. We
went last year and it was quite a good outing. So, loyal readers,
make yourself a picnic and I’ll see you there for a race down the
Grand Shaft. And even a race back up again.
With an hour to spare I
could have watched drivel from the Sky-Plus box. I could have played
“Angry Birds”. Instead I wrote more of my novel. Another one
thousand five hundred words in a scene I hadn’t planned, but just
seemed to pop into my head. Two of the protagonists have had their
first meeting. It went as well as I could expect it to. And if it had
gone any differently I would have erased it from existence and
re-written it. An author has quite serious power over his creations
you know.
And then off to Kings
Wood. The weather wasn't good, but the Tree Huggers were having a
bluebell walk. Last year's was a good evening's walk, and "er
indoors TM" had offered to give the walk
leader a lift. Despite the drizzle eleven of us set off for a stroll
round Kings Wood. We saw bluebells; which was an improvement on last
year. And we say deer. Loads of them. If you look very closely at
today's photo, the white splodge in the middle is one of the deer...
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