I had a rather good
night's sleep, which is always a good thing. Mind you I didn't feel
too good when I woke. In addition to the muscle in my right leg
still aching, I think I ricked my back yesterday. And the nasal
poylps were rather painful too.
"Furry Face TM"
didn't stir for brekkie, and after watching "Family Guy"
I checked out the Internet. An email. One of the logs I wrote about a
geocache yesterday has been deleted. Obviously I hit a nerve when I
asked for a missing cache to be archived. Perhaps this might prompt
the chap to go replace it. Mind you he didn't do anything about the
other four he let fall into disrepair.
And so to work on a
rather depressingly dismal grey morning. As I drove it rained on and
off. I turned off my Ivor Biggun CD and listened to Radio Four's
morning news program. The radio's news had little of note. Apparently
those who would vote "No" in Thursday's referendum in
Scotland are accusing the
BBC of bias in their reporting. Personally I've not noticed any
particular bias on this matter, which is unusual for the BBC; their
reporting is usually very opinionated. But it does seem daft that
they should be penalised for favouring something which isn't patently
stupid.
As I pulled into
Morrisons for some shopping I saw the Park & Ride bus come past.
They were advertising that they offer free
wi-fi on their buses. Free wi-fi on a bus - that's a sign of the
times.
Interestingly the
morning's news carried an article that travelling on public transport
was less stressful and better
for your health than driving to work. Personally I'd rather keep
the Great Unwashed at arm's length but what do I know?
I was at work fifteen
minutes early for the early shift, which is unusual for me. Back in
the day I used to be very early for work every day. But nowadays I
seem to roll in right on the stroke of start time. I did my bit, and
at lunchtime had a blast on my saxophone. I've managed to speed up my
tempo a little; but I do seem to trip over my "tiddly-om-pom-pom"s
a little too often for my liking.
Some days I get quite
enthused about my sax, other days I wonder if I shouldn't just pack
it in. Perhaps I should do more than just one practice per day. If
only "Furry Face TM" didn't feel
the need to sing along with me whenever I tootle at home.
Bearing in mind that the
mobile phone people told me that my problem with them was down to my
local EE branch I phoned that branch today. After a lot of waiting
about I finally got through to them and they told me that my gripe
was with EE's central offices, not them.
They gave me another
number to try: 07953 966 250. So I tried it and it just connected
with the same number I'd rung yesterday. They didn't really care, so
I shall write them a letter before shoving the handset up their
collective bums.
Once home I took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk. We went out through
Newtown where he barked at several bicycles and tried to eat a dead
mouse. We came home via "Pets at Home" partly
because he's lost the hang of visiting the vets, and partly because
he
deserved a new bone (for being a good dog)...
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