It's no secret that I
don't often sleep well. Last night was particularly bad. I got up and
was watching DVDs at silly o'clock. I felt rather grim this morning
as well. I wonder if it's all in the mind or whether it really is the
after-effects of yesterday's flu jab that I never actually wanted.
If I had been due in at
work today I would probably have phoned in sick. I spent much of the
day feeling rather light headed and generally "bleagh".
In the past I have always declined flu jabs on the grounds that
people who have them are ill having had the injection. I have
confirmed my prejudice against the things.
The morning's haul of
emails brought something which boiled my piss somewhat. The
Federation of Astronomical Societies (of which our club is a
member) have formally recommended that we (and all astro
clubs) should have a formal child protection policy. They sent
through a template document which was eighteen pages long. Eighteen !
- I counted them.
On the one hand I suppose
they are right. On the other hand it speaks volumes about the sad
state of our society that they are right. But why do we actually need
such a policy? To protect children at the club? Hardly. All children
that come along (and there are quite a few) come along under
the care and supervision of their parents. We need the policy as a
legal box-ticking excercise to protect the committee members against
unscrupulous opportunistic types who may see a chance to make easy
money by making baseless allegations against the innocent for
financial gain.
So I have written a draft
child protection policy: "All parents must watch their
children like a good parent would.". I think that covers all
eventualities.
er indoors TM"
was still snoring as "Furry Face TM"
was getting more and more restless, so as she slept I put the lead
onto him and (despite the rain) we went for a walk to the
sports centre. I bet none of my loyal readers could guess what had
sprung up in that general vicinity overnight. We soon found the new
cache. Whilst there we met another cacher and had a good chat about
the special log inside that cache.
With the rain easing off
we came home again hoping that er indoors TM"
would now be up and about. She wasn't so I chivied her from her pit
with a cup of tea and a wet dog.
We got ready and drove
down to Ham Street where we walked a rather scenic circular walk of
five miles (and nineteen geocaches). The Ham Street Hamble is
a walk I have been intending to do for some time; mainly because I
had been hassling the C.O. to put that series out for months. It was
a really good walk. Along the canal, through the woods. We walked for
three hours and then (having redeployed my letterbox hybrid)
came home again.
We changed, then went to
the Smarden Bell for
dinner. The Smarden Bell is somewhere I haven't been for ages. It was
once the best pub for miles around. The last time I went there was
about five years ago and it had gone downhill. This evening we were
very impressed with the place. Good food without waiting for too
long. It wasn't cheap, but as a treat I would certainly go back
again.
It was only a shame I was
feeling rough...
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