The theory behind my CPAP
machine is that when I put it on it gently blows air up my nose. As
the night goes on and my sinuses contract (decreasing my
breathing), the device senses taht I'm taking in less air and
increases its pressure.
When I woke at 5am this
morning the thing was blasting a hurricane up my conk. Surely it
would make more sense to surgically re-bore my nose thather than to
fart around pumping air up a contanatly decreasing beak.
I watched the latest
episode of the Tomorrow People. The plot is getting convoluted to the
point of silliness now. Mind you there's still a few episodes left in
the season to make sense of what's going on. There's still no news
about a second season/ A second one would be good.
To work through the rain.
A rather miserable morning. As I drove the talk on the radio was
simularly dull. The politician and alledged terrorist Gerry Adams has
been arrested in connection with a murder that took
place forty two years ago. The UK legal system really needs to
grasp the concept of the statute
of limitations - for justice to have any meaning there must be a
time limit in which retribution for a crime has to be made. How can
anyone provide any reliable evidence in a case which happened forty
two years ago? Those who haven't died can hardly claim to have any
decent memory of what happened when I was eight years old. I
certainly don't.
I didn't have long for
sax practice today; unfortunately rain stopped play. Rather heavy
rain; torrential in fact. However as consolation I had an email to
say that the geocache I'd hidden
on Tuesday morning had finally been accepted. If I'd hidden it near
Ashford it would have been found within an hour of going live; being
in Canterbury there's no one with any interest in the thing at all...
And so home. I would have
put stuff into the car had it not been raining quite so hard... and
if I'd not been feeling just a little under the weather.
(Today was rather
dull)
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