I woke in some pain this
morning. LIfting heavy rubbish to the tip, mowing the lawn and tree
climbing over the weekend would seem to haave taken their toll. The
insides of my thighs are bruised, and my left knee is *really*
painful.
I watched "Revolution"
over brekkie. I suspect the show has now got to the stage that they
have run out of plot and are filling air time with gratuitous
violence, but I shale persevere with it.
I then checked out social
media, and unsubscribed from yet another on-line geocaching forum.
Geocaching is an odd hobby in many ways. Not least of which in that
it uses state of the art GPS technology to hunt the sandwich boxes,
but then expects everyone to waste hours messing about using
antiquated technology to record what they've done afterwards. Those
of us who use current technology to record what we are doing as we
actually do it are in a tiny minority, and are openly looked down
upon.
I packed up with the
Geocaching UK forum. I'd found myself embroiled in a thread about why
people like me who don't want to waste their time (and make the
effort so that they don't have to) should actually make a point
of wasting hours messing on a web site because there is some obscure
merit in doing things the hard way.
Life is too short to
piddle abbout.
Off to work. Yesterday I
mentioned I'd downloaded a high quality voice for the sat-nav. I
tested it this morning. It sounds absolutely identical to the old
one. Mind you I've not been anywhere near Gravy-Send or Row-Chester
yet.
As I drove I listened to
the radio. The pundits were discussing the ex-Conservative
MP Mark Reckless who has now joined UKIP.
At least he is now doing
the decent thing and is seeking re-election as a UKIP candidate
rather than retaining his seat in the House of Commons. He hopes that
he will be re-elected. Somehow I doubt it. Nowadays who votes for a
person? I have no idea who my M.P. is; all I know is that he is the
Conservative one. I suspect Mr Reckless will find the same. No one
voted for him,; everyone voted for the colour of the rosette he was
wearing.
I stopped off at
Morrisons this morning for some shopping. In a novel break with
tradition, absolutely nothing of note happened there. I got my stuff,
paid for it, and got off to work utterly uneventfully.
Work was far from
uneventful; it was a rather busy day. Sax practice was tricky; I
prefer learning new songs to which I know the words. Today's new tune
is completely new to me.
Home again, and with
"Furry Face TM" walked round the
park and tea scoffed I set myself in front of the telly for a
telly-a-thon. "Big Bang Theory", "Revolution",
"Family Guy"... I love my SkyPlus box...
Mind you I couldn't
really domuch else this evening. My knee's not got any better as the
day's gone on...
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