I woke at silly
o’clock, and got up and shaved and pootled about for an hour or so before going
back to bed. The idea was that I might get back off to sleep. I didn’t.
I finally gave up
trying to sleep when ‘er indoors TM‘s alarm went off at
7.30am, and after a quick cuppa I took “Furry Face TM “for a walk. Out to Singleton where I had
heard reports that one of my geocaches had gone missing (it had). We
then went on to the lake and home through Viccie Park. As we came home through
the park I lost count of the amount of people swigging cans of lager before
10am. Have things gone downhill that much, or was there something special about
today of which I was unaware. Was it “lager Monday”?
Once home I put
the washing onto the line to dry, put more washing in, and went up to town.
Astro club money to the bank, and then home again. I had intended to have a
black forest gateau milk shake on the way home, but the milk shake shop was
closed, which was a shame.
Over an early
lunch I watched a film I’d recorded onto the SkyPlus box some time ago. “Bridesmaids”
carried a warning about strong sex scenes and language throughout; I thought it
was rather lame.
I then spent ages
writing to the DVLA; I am legally obliged to tell them that I went to a sleep
clinic. Having filled in reams of paperwork I’m hoping they won’t take my
driving licence from me; that would be something of a pain.
“My Boy TM
” phoned: could I drive round and collect a load of
stuff to take to the tip? I had some stuff to take to the tip as well, so we
did a tip run and I went back with him for a cuppa before coming home and
spending two hours ironing all that I’d washed and dried earlier.
As I ironed I
watched stuff I’d recorded onto the SkyPlus box over the last few weeks. I can
remember the Doctor Who story “The Brain of Morbius” being something of
a classic. Perhaps it was when it was first broadcast in 1976; there’s no
denying it’s not really stood the test of time.
My new walking
shoes arrived. Unfortunately they were delivered by one of these franchise
courier types. I told the chap he was supposed to take the old ones back. He didn’t
want to. When I threatened to complain he grudgingly agreed to, but suggested I
might get someone else to do the job. Hopefully the old ones will arrive where
they are supposed to be.
I seem to have
developed something of a cough over the weekend. I wonder if it was that cigar…
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