Last night Jose gave me the
makings of a geocache. And then he made them into a geocache. I had just the
place in mind to hide it, and had all good intentions of leaving for work early
to get the thing in place this morning. What with one thing and another I just
couldn't get myself organised, and was five minutes late leaving the house. Which
was a pain. I shall have to hide that one next week now.
And it was cold this morning.
It's still August, but I took a fleece as I left the house. It was chilly.
Chilly, but a very bright morning. Bearing in mind how overcast yesterday was
at times when I was out and about, I was rather resentful about how bright the
day was today when I couldn't be out doing my own thing. Just lately I have
developed a tendency to mope when I'm not doing something good. I need to
realise that my idea of "doing
something good" is most people's idea of "doing something frankly marvellous". I do lead a busy and
active life, and so (in contrast)
dull times seem oh-so-dull. Sometimes I really do need to take the rough to
realise how good the smooth is. I was reminded of this in conversation with a
colleague today. When chatting about plans for the weekend I outlined what I
had planned. Quite a bit, actually. He had absolutely nothing on his agenda,
other than "trying to find something
to do". I need to do something about this tendency for moping that
I've acquired. My life *is* something
frankly marvellous when compared to many people's lives.
As well as moping, I sometimes
find myself bedevilled by boiling piss. That most volatile of fluids boiled
again today when I heard that the fire at my place of work wasn't the only
hospital fire in the county this week. There have been two hospital fires; both
of which seem to have been set deliberately as a cover for the perpetrators to
then rob the cash from the tills in the staff canteen.
And on reflection I can't help
but wonder what drives someone to set light to a hospital in order to stage a
heist?
And so, after a day’s work, I
skived off a little early to do something frankly marvellous. The astro club’s
summer social. We had a great time; a really good meeting, a good talk, a good
chat with all sorts of people, and I even got to meet an old mate I’d not seen
for a year. Good times…
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