I usually whinge about
poor sleep most days, but there is no denying that last night ranks
among the worst nights ever. Going to bed at 10.30pm, I woke at
1.50am and was awake for the rest of the night.
I was watching "Ade
at Sea" at 5am; an interesting series following the exploits of
Adrian Edmonson as he sails round the British Isles. Today "Eddie"
was shrimping for salmon (!) in the Bristol Channel. As I
watched so "Furry Face TM" hauled
himself out of bed to have the crusts off of my toast. He likes
those.
But there is only so much
telly one can watch, and I left for work at a ridiculously early
6.30am.
I went via Wye to find a
recently released geocache (for something to do), and I stopped off
in Thanington to hide one as well. Having been given an ammo case as
an Easter prezzie, today I put the thing to use. Hopefully
like-minded people will go looking for it, and when they find it I
will get emails telling me that they have found it.
Sometimes I wonder if I
am not doing justice to this pastime.
It was as I was doing the
last part of the on-line geo-admin for my new geocache that I saw
that had I left home at a more sensible time, then I would have had
the chance of an FTF on three caches not far from home that had just
gone live. Rather frustrating...
... In fact almost as
frustrating as shopping in Morrisons for some apples and bananas. I
found myself behind some twit who had clearly not grasped the concept
of a check-out. Bless him.
I then got petrol which
is now no cheaper in Canterbury that it is in Ashford. When I first
transferred to work in Canterbury two (or so) years go petrol
was five pence cheaper (per litre) in Canterbury. Now it's the
same price (if you know where to go for the stuff)
Today I went back to the
sleep clinic and was fitted with my CPAP (continuous positive
airway pressure) device; a useful gadget that blows air into my
nose all night long. Apparently this thing senses when I stop
breathing and blasts more air up my nose, thereby keeping me asleep.
Here's hoping.
Lunchtime sax practice
went well. Or that is to say it went well for me. I don't think the
young couple in the car parked next to mine appreciated my renditions
of "Daisy, Daisy" and "On Top of Old Smokey"
as they tried to fornicate.
In the same way that I
have established that he far end of a car park is a good place more
me to practice my saxophone because I won't bother anyone, this young
couple would seem to have identified the place as somewhere private
for a little bit of filth.
It's a good job that I am
able to take a firm moral stance. With a saxophone.
Once home I took "Furry
Face TM" round the park for a wlk, and
then it was off to Queen Street for the weekly gathering. Insults
were bandied and I slept through most of an episode of Merlin. Wish I
hadn't done that.
And so to bed to try out
my CPAP machine. I wonder if it will be any use...?
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