Regular readers of this
drivel will know that I suffer from chronic insomnia. To solve that
problem I have downloaded a sleep
management app to my SmartPhone. I'm still rather vague as to the
specifics of how I can manage my sleep using a telephone. But if I
can communicate, play games and go geocaching with the gadget, then
having a bit of a kip surely can't be that difficult
I checked my emails - I'm
in the money(!) Regular readers of this drivel may recall that in
February I went for a walk round Shadoxhurst. I put the details of
the route I'd taken onto happy wanderer dot com, and anyone who
wanted to go on that walk could pay a modest fee to download the
route. And from that modest fee I would get some commission.
Over the summer people
did pay a fee and download that route several times. And now I've got
my commission. Fourteen pence. I have this money as credit in my
account, and I can trade the credit for hard cash when I get to
having a balance which is over ten quid.
I can either publish one
or two more routes to maximise the income, or I can give up on the
idea as a silly waste of time. I think I might publish some of the
geocaching walks I've recently done. After all I would like to get
some money out of this scheme before I retire.
It's official. Winter has
arrived. For the first time since last winter I found my car covered
in frost and ice this morning. It was nothing that pouring a bottle
of tepid water over it couldn't shift, but it still added five
minutes to the morning's chores nonetheless. As always when it's
frosty I met up with the neighbour who delights in standing over me
tutting at my bottle of tepid water. He is convinced that it is not
tepid; that it is hot. And he is also convinced that being hot it
will shatter the windscreen. He doesn't seem to realise that we've
had this conversation several times every week, every winter for the
last ten or so years.
Every time that the cars
are iced over, I find myself going through the same old routine. I
come to my car, having found him already out in the cold, scratching
ice from his car. I chuck cold water over my car and it is clear. He
whinges on at me, and I drive away. Leaving him still scratching ice.
I can only think that he must love standing in the cold scraping ice
from his car.
As I shivered on the way
to work I listened to the radio. Regular readers of this drivel will
kow that I have often ranted about an uncontrolled media. It would
seem that the Leveson
enquiry is calling for regulation of the press. As well it
might. The Prime Minister is apparently against the idea, but in a
novel break with tradition the Dribbling Democraps are showing a bit
of backbone and are standing up against him. The opposition are also
against the Prime Minister, and are threatening to call for a vote on
the matter. WIth the Dribblers in revolt, the opposition might win.
Personally I think they
are right to call for such a vote, but a cynical part of myself
wonders if they want a vote for the right reasons. Do they honestly
want a properly regulated media, or do they just want to embarrass
the Prime Minister?
Being the last Friday of
the month I left work early and set off to astro club. That club goes
from strength to strength. Stevey gave tonight's talk. Brilliant.
Excellent talks, clear skies for viewing, good time with good
friends. But I left a little early to come home for a shave.
And in closing, that's it
for the face fur for another year. So far the sponsorship has passed
the hundred quid mark. The thing has now been shaved off, but I
believe it's still not too late to hand over dosh. Please feel
free to sponsor it; and next year you might want to sponsor it
again.....
No comments:
Post a Comment