I again went to bed last
night an hour earlier than usual. Why am I so tired just lately?
"Furry Face TM" had a woofing fit
at some stage in the night but "er indoors TM"
got up to see to him so I left her to it.
Over brekkie I watched a
particularly lame episode of "Are You Being Served",
and bearing in mind the general standard of the show, that was up
against some pretty serious cometition. And after Mrs Slocombe had
been very willy-nilly with her pussy I found something quite amazing
on the telly. "Conspiracy
Theory with Jesse Ventura" was expounding the theory
that global warming was all a scam to make money. He was rather vague
about who was making money, and how they were doing so, and not one
of the so-called experts were actually identified. It was clearly
hyped-up drivel, but it made for worrying watching for those who are
stupid enough not to to give a moment's thought to any crackpot
theory with which they are presented.
The trouble is that there
are lots of people who really are stupid enough not to to give a
moment's thought to any crackpot theory with which they are presented
(Did I ever mention that I don't beleive in democracy?).
Mind you I would suggest
that my loyal readers have a look at the show; his assistant reporter
has clearly had some sort of cosmetic sugery done to her face. Each
of her lips is larger than my buttocks.
I set off out and had
something of a surprise. It turned out that "Furry Face TM"
had been barking at blue lights in the night. Overnight the car which
had been parked next to mine had
caught fire. Apparently the fire brigade had been called to put
the thing out. "er indoors TM" had
been out and seen it all and had even offered to move my car if it
was in the firemen's way.
It's amazing what happens
when you are asleep.
I then went up to the
hospital for my out patient appointment. I've been fretting about it
for a while. The maxillo-facial specialist had a rummage in my neck
and immediately found the troublesome lump. He mauled it around for
five minutes then confidently said it was probably nothing to worry
about. I asked about the "C" word and he then
backtracked (but only slightly). He suggested I should have an
ultrasound scan just to be sure and I should come back to see him in
a month or so.
I was of the opinion that
maybe I should have had the scan *before* seeing the expert,
and *if* it's nothing to worry about, why does it hurt so
much. But what do I know?
Perhaps they might
eventually tell me what (if anything) they intend to do about
this lump. It's the uncertainty which gets me down.
I then made my way to
Canterbury for the late shift; wasting time in the Cheapo-Bargains
shop as I went. Work was again surprisingly busy. I've had to
actually get off my arse this week and do stuff. Can't say I'm a fan
of that.
Once at work I realised
the sole of my shoe was coming away from the top. Regular readers of
this drivel may recall that this pair of shoes was bought on the
cheap from eBay. On 17 February I worked out that if those shoes
lasted more than five weeks I'd be in profit. At that time I hadn't
factored in the fact that the heels were leaving black marks
everywhere, so I had to then spend a further twelve quid on new
heels. So that meant the shoes had to survive for seventeen weeks to
be realistically any cheaper than a decent pair of shoes.
They have lasted exactly
seventeen weeks.
I now have a dilemma. Do
I buy another pair of cheapo shoes or shell out on a decent pair of
Doc Marten's?
I suppose that from the
maxillo-facial specialist's optimism a decent pair of shoes wouldn't
be quite the waste of money I've been thinking it might have been...
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