My little dog really
likes being combed, so I raked through his fur whilst I scoffed
brekkie and watched Blake's Seven this morning. Blake's Seven was
particularly good; featuring a personal hero of mine - Brian Blessed.
Mr B played the part of a space alien what shouted a lot. He played
this part particularly well.
I left for work a few
minutes earlier than I needed to. Geocaching dot com have arranged
that you get an electronic souvenir for every day in August that you
log a geo-find. With only two caches unfound within six miles of
home, my hopes aren't high for getting many of these e-souvenirs, but
I managed one on my way to work.
As always I listened to
the radio as I drove. Today there was absolutely nothing of note in
the news. There was some drivel about a survey showing how people
fiddle with SmartPhones whilst watching telly. As if that was really
any sort of revelation(!) The text of a hypothetical Queen's speech
in the event of a nuclear war thirty years ago was revealed to the
public, along with plans to flood Essex and Kent should floods have
come before the Thames barrier. Raking up stories from 1983 shows how
little happened in the wider world today.
And just as much happened
in my world. I went to work, did my bit, and came home. Unfortunately
too late for the astro club committee meeting. I wish I'd been able
to get to that...
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