I went to bed at 11pm
last night and got a good five hours sleep. I woke at 4pm which on a
work day isn't bad for me. For brekkie this morning I tried some of
the amazing frooty-bix cereal at which the most recent fruit of my
loin had turned up her nose. "Daddies
Little Angel TM"
had brought the box home, dumped it in the cupboard and
announced that I could eat it. I'm still uncertain whether this was
an act of kindness to her beloved father, or whether she was trying
to poison the old scroat. In any event I quite liked the stuff.
Whilst I was at it, I gave Furry Face a bowl of milk. He quite liked
that.
We were both happy as we
watched Babylon DVDs at 5.30am.
Yesterday I mentioned
that I'd made a complete bog of finding a recently hidden geocache.
Overnight I'd had inspiration and I left for work early to see if my
brainwave was correct. It was. Within only a few seconds I'd found
the thing, and signed the log. The electronic record timed it at
6.30am. As I was signing another car pulled up. Surely it could only
be another cacher? Who else would be up and about in that particular
area at that time of day?
I didn't recognise the
bloke who got out of the car. He looked about in a rather shifty sort
of way. He clearly didn't see me, and he strode off across a field.
He went up to the only big tree in the area, rummaged, and he came
back carrying a very large package. He put this package in his car
and drove off.
I wonder what that was
all about?
And so to work where I
did my bit whilst we pondered how we might fortify a hospital to
withstand a zombie apocalypse. Opinion was divided on the matter.
Some felt that a hospital doesn't lend itself to becoming a
defensible structure; others thought that a hospital would be a
veritable fortress.
I couldn't make up my
mind, so stayed neutral in what became a rather heated discussion.
After a rather
interesting start the day turned out being rather dull...
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