In many ways I was glad
to have been rota-ed to do last night's night shift. Not only did it
give me a valid reason for not doing a thirty-mile sponsored walk
during the day, it also gave me a reason for why I didn't watch the
Eurovision Song Contest (this year featuring Australia?).
Personally I can't stand the Eurovision Song Contest; but the rest of
humanity seem to lap it up. When I say I'd rather watch paint dry
than watch it, people look at me as though I'm the strange one.
People will understand why I didn't watch it if I tell them it
because I was working. If I say I didn't watch it because I honestly
think it's crap, I just get confused stares.
Apparently Sweden won....
Mind you being working
meant that I did miss an astro-opportunity last night. Saturn was at
opposition and made
for good viewing. Some of the astro bods had toddled off to
Hastings (of all places) to do the telescope thing. Why go all
that way? Because someone down there had actually organised something
for the occassion.
Perhaps we should have
organised our own event. What with the eclipse earlier in the year
that's two major astro-events this year that we in the astro club
have done nothing about. Maybe if I hadn't been working...
As well as meteor showers
and even a supposed comet there's a lunar
eclipse in a few months time.
Maybe we could sort out
an astro club meet-up for that.
Talking of which, it's
astro club this coming Friday; I'd ask about to assess interest in an
eclipse-o-thon if I was going to be there. I'm not though. I'm
scheduled to be on a night shift then.
Had anyone else been
speaking this Friday I'd have made the effort to swap the shift. But
the speaker is one who's made a point of deliberately rudely blanking
me so many times. I'd rather not give her the satisfaction of doing
so again.
As I worked overnight I
listened to the radio. I usually have Radio Four on during my night
shifts; the articles are usually interesting and thought-provoking;
if sometimes piss-boiling. Last night was no exception. Some
alternative comedy (or as a call it - an alternative to comedy),
a play or two, and the
shipping forecast.
I don't like the shipping
forecast. I find it somehow sinister. I don't know why; I can't
explain it, but it scares me.
And at 1a.m. Radio Four
plays the National Anthem. I stand to attention throughout the
performance. There's no one there but me, but I still stand to
attention.
At 8am the day shift
arrived, and I went home. I'd seen dawn break just before 4am, and it
was a lovely morning then. But by home time it had clouded over
somewhat and it was rather overcast as "Furry Face TM"
and I went round the park.
We don't usually go to
the park on Sunday mornings; we met a whole load of new dogs and
their walkers w've never met before. And on the way home the Polish
drunks on the street corner were drinking Lambrini. I wondeer if
that's because we are now attracting a more up-market class of drunk,
or whether its because the drunks are making an effort because its
Sunday.
I then went off to bed
for the day, and whilst I slept it would seem the rest of the family
had a bit of a get-together whilst other friends were camping,
walking or at beer festivals.
I found out about all of
it third-hand from Facebook after everything had happened. I know I
wasn't up for anything but a day in bed today, but it didn't stop me
having a major sulk about all that I'd missed.
Off to work again...
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