I had an early night last
night. I woke feeling refreshed and raring to go. I had almost
decided that early nights would be the way forward for me and then I
noticed the clock. 2.30am! I lay awake listening to the snoring and
farting of my dog (who had again sneaked upstairs) for an hour or so
before I gave up on sleep and got up.
I was again watching
"Brideshead Revisited" at 5am. Charles was in a gay
bar; the saucy devil. I don't think he intended to be in one - it
just sort of happened, as so often it does in life.
I then checked my emails.
Overnight I had received the thumbs-down on my letterbox hybrid. But
not disheartened I resolved to try again; this time harder. This
failure is my own fault really. I put the thing too close to an
exisiting cache. I should have checked at the time when I shoved it
into the undergrowth; after all it would only have taken one click of
the appropriate app. But I didn't click.
I could have put things
right before work this morning but there wasn't really enough time.
Fortunately I had had the all-clear on the Wherigo I had put out, so
yesterday hadn't been completely wasted. In fact I was very pleased
to find that someone had actually gone out and done my Wherigo this
morning, enjoyed it immensely and had found the actual cache shortly
after 11am. I was particularly happy about that as it means that all
the programming and coding I did on the software involved has
actually worked. While all was fine on my field trials I couldn't
help but wonder how the thing would fare when used properly.
To work. As I drove I
sulked about the weather. Yesterday morning had seen torrential rain
when I was hoping to walk my dog. Today was glorious. However the
pundits were forecasting storms so I spent much of the day looking
out of the window hoping for such a storm. Interestingly the BBC's
weather web site made mo mention on any storms. Again BBC radio
didn't get it's weather forecast from the BBC web site.
Whilst at work we spoke
little (if any) French today. French wasn't a language we
could say; because it was National Poetry Day. And so to celebrate
that time; today we had to talk in rhyme.
I tried to keep it up,
but many of my colleagues had given up by 9.30am; which was a shame.
Or was probably for the best, depending on your personal perspective
and/or poetic bent.
I had my flu injection
today. In the past I have alway turned down flu jabs because I have
always maintained that people who don't have the jab don't get flu
whilst those who have the injection get ill from having had it. But I
was coaxed, cajoled and generally harrassed into having the
injection. It didn't hurt, and I suppose it must be a good thing
really. Time will tell - it always does.
After work we had the
meeting of the astro club committee. Plans for the future are looking
good, and possibly feature a rather impressive mount. Woof!
As I came home I drove
through a thunderstorm. Rather impressive...
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