I woke at 4.30am
this morning, and lay there trying to get back to sleep. With nothing on the
agenda until after a delivery arrived (due from 11am to 1pm) I lay in
bed and wasted precious time. I get so angry. I wasted all of yesterday
afternoon fast asleep in front of the telly; there are albums of photos of me
fast asleep when I could and should be doing stuff.
And when the rest
of the world is fast asleep I am wide awake.
I looked through
this blog; it’s been three months since I went to the doctor. I had a look
on-line to find out how long I should expect to wait to hear from the clinic;
the maximum wait I should expect is eighteen weeks; I’ve only been waiting for
twelve. Nevertheless I phoned the surgery to see what was going on. I got the
distinct impression that it is their policy not to chase up referrals like
mine; presumably most people just get better regardless (or die).
They said they
would phone me back.
‘er indoors TM was off work today; my idea was to go do
something. She agreed; the something to be done was her hair. So whilst she
went for a short back and slap I mooched round some on-line forums. Several
years ago on-line forums and newsgroups played a large part of my life. Through
them I got in contact with some very dear friends; but I don’t have anywhere
near as much involvement with these things anymore; they just make my piss boil
so much.
I see that nothing has changed with on-line
discussion. Keyboard warriors complain bitterly about trivial faults in others
which are far worse in themselves, and then lambast others for doing what they
themselves have been doing for years.
After ten minutes I could feel the urine
beginning to simmer, so I went and played Jelly Splash and Worms until the
delivery arrived at five minutes to one.
With ‘er
indoors TM having only taken four hours for a haircut we took “Furry
Face TM
“ round the park for a walk, then
drove out to Pluckley for some geocache maintenance. Most of my caches are on
regular dog walks or on the way to work. The Pluckley ones are a little off of
my beaten track; but three of them needed maintenance. Or so I was told. I must
admit that I was rather miffed to find two false alarms. But they are all good
to go now until something else goes wrong with them.
And in the evening
we drove down to Cheriton where we had a rather good dinner with Jose and
Maria. And having scoffed myself silly we watched a film: “Gravity” was
quite watchable; as is anything with Sandra Bullock (woof!). The film
might have been better had the makers consulted a physicist about how gravity
works; or even better about how things work in the absence of gravity, but you
can’t have everything. Reality makes dull entertainment…
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