Yesterday I mentioned
that I'd pulled something in my arm whilst golfing. It was the pain
in that arm that woke me this morning. And a dull nagging ache
continued all day; exacerbated every time I forgot myself and used my
arm in the way that arms should be used. I wonder what I've done to
it - if I ever find out I certainly won't do it again.
The "Treacle People"
were on ten minutes earlier than usual this morning. Much as I enjoy
the antics of the treacle miners in Sabden, this minor change put my
entire routine out. And then the rain started. A very wet black dark
drive isn't very motivating in the morning.
The morning's news was
tedious; for all that I listened to it for forty minutes on my way to
work, I have to admit that not a single item of so-called news
actually remained in my head. I suppose it's to be applauded that the
media seemed to have given the ghost of Jimmy Saville a rest. My
nerves need a rest from the constant muck-raking, even if Jimmy's
ghost doesn't.
As I put my sandwich into
the fridge in the works rest room the national weather forecast was
on the telly. I listened to the nice man wittering on about low
pressure coming from the west, then went to put my jacket in the
locker. As I walked back up along the corridor as I passed the rest
room I saw that the regional weather forecast was on. The nice lady's
predictions were completely at odds with what the same channel had
been broadcasting not five minutes previously.
Whilst it would be nice
for the weather forecasts to be spot on, I don't expect them to be.
But I would expect that any given TV channel would be consistent in
the guesswork it broadcasts.
Much of the day was spent
talking about "dog-cams" - web-cams that can be
attached to a dog's collar so's that you can see photos and movies
from the dog's perspective. I got quite seriously into the idea of
Fudge-o-Vision and Sid-Tube until I saw the prices of dog cams.
Cameras billed as dog cams are extortionate. Surely we can do
something cheaper?
My phone beeped. I'm no
longer with the people with whom I took out a contract. I'm now part
of the UK's largest 3G network. I bet I still struggle to get signal
when I'm in the back of beyond looking for sandwich boxes in the
undergrowth.
And so home. Via the
petrol station where I treated myself to my monthly chocolate fix. I
used to wolf choccie down like it was going out of fashion. I used to
be nearly nineteen stones in weight. I don't really miss the choccie;
and I prefer being thinner...
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