Last night I started
watching UK Gold (or whatever they call themselves now)'s
broadcast of Monty Python's last live broadcast. I started watching
it, and I soon stopped. There were two reasons for this. Firstly for
the same reason that I didn't like the most recent "Hitch
Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy" film; namely because there was
nothing new or original; I'd seen it all before. And secondly Dara
O'Briain's leading a gaggle of sycophantic celebrities just boiled my
piss.
I then had a rather early
night; the constant aching and itching of the wasp stings was rather
wearing. I slept fitfully until being rudely awoken at 2.30am by the
squawking of seagulls. One can't help but wonder what seagulls were
squawking about at that time of night.
I got up at 5.30am, and
watched the first episode of the new season of "The
Mill". I do like a period drama. "Furry Face TM"
had some of the crusts of my toast and then jumped up on to my lap to
be combed. I've been a little worried about that dog; he's been
incredibly quiet and subdued since his little holiday last weekend.
The morning's surf of the
Internet wound me up. A month or so ago a couple of us were planning
a geo-competition for a bit of fun. Twenty-four hour's geocaching
with prizes for most finds, most distance travelled, etc. Having been
rather rudely told that this was all against the rules, Geo-HQ in
America has in its latest blog advocated
setting up events just as we had planned (and had been told
"NO!!")
And so to work. For all
that I could remember the radio might just as well have been saying
"blah blah blah" the whole way; there was nothing
memorable said in the entire journey.
I stopped off at
Morrisons for some fruit. I also got a bottle of cheapo Australian
wine (for £3.80) and tried to get something for my still
throbbing wasp stings. I asked an assistant; he stared at me with a
blank expression (in much the same way that a corpse would).
Eventually I got the concept of "wasp" through his
thick head, and he knew exactly what I needed. He took me straight to
the sun creams and smiled hopefully.
Mind you, look at the
photo above; that was how they put out the fruit bags....
I suffered in silence
through the day and went to the Boots pharmacy on my way home from
work. Interestingly billed as a "midnight pharmacy"
they don't open until 9am. I suppose that's because they are tired
after their late night?
I got some cream which
seems to be doing some good. Yesterday I was stung all over; today
the stings have mostly subsided except for those half-dozen on my
right thigh and ankle, both of which were red hot and swollen like
balloons. They are slowly subsiding; if the cream hasn't got them
completely under control by tomorrow morning I shall leave for work
early and go to the Accident and Emergency department and see what
platitudes they will blather at me.
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