Last night the word was
that the Northern Lights would
be visible from Ashford. I had a look just before bed time but it
wasn't especially dark and there was a lot of cloud. I had this plan
to have a look-see at any Northern Lights that might be doing their
thing when I woke in the night (as I often do). I woke shortly
before 4am when dawn was already breaking having missed it all. I
went back to bed.
I got up just before the
alarm went off. Shaving was rather tender today. Over brekkie (as
my dog snored) I watched Billie Piper's stunt double flopping
them out (with vim and vigour) in "Secret Diary of a
Call Girl". Always entertaining (!)
Whilst checking emails I
saw a new geocache had gone live on the way to work. I say "on
the way to work"; it was in Kings Wood which would have
meant driving a little way out of my way and then walking about half
a mile into the wood. Had I received this email half an hour earlier
I might have had time to chase the First to Find. As it was the road
works along the A28 made me late enough as it was without going on
little hikes as well.
I did snigger at the
weather forecast which said about how the country was facing an
overcast morning; in contrast with earlier in the week this morning's
drive to work was through a really bright morning; I dislike wearing
sunglasses (they make me look pretentious) but sometimes it is
a necessity. As usual I had the morning news on.
I did wonder for how much
longer I will be making this journey as artificial blood will
(apparently) be in regular use in the
not too distant future. Personally I hope it will be delayed
until I'm safely retired (well I would, wouldn't I?). Mind
you, for all that the pundits announced that artificial blood was
created in Romania last year, I can remember the announcements about
dogs being kept alive on the stuff in Japanese laboratories over
thirty years ago.
Europe was in the news.
The Greek crisis drags on and on as does the African refugee
disaster. And with the Greeks demanding the moon on a stick and
Europe drowning under a sea of fugitives the British Prime Minister
is also wanting
his bit as well. I suspect everyone will be disappointed.
And (complete with new
haricut), "Game of Thrones""s very own
nudey-dragon-girl would seem to have done
her leg in. She's been seen wandering around on enormously high
heels whilst propped up with crutches. What's that all about?
I got to work; I did my
bit and came home again. Whilst walking "Furry Face TM"
up the road towards Bowens Field this evening I met "My Boy
TM" and Lacey taking Lacey's puppy Rolo to
puppy classes. Our vet runs a puppy class once a week. We bandied
insults, and then as they went to class I took my dog round the park.
He did spend rather longer than I would have liked in the river, but
but it was a hot evening.
Egg and chips went down
well, and with "er indoors TM" off
to a Pampered Chef party I found myself home alone. I activated the
ChromeCast and streamed a couple of episides of Star
Trek Phase II. It's incredibly fanwank, but I'm getting to quite
like it... after all, I'm a fan.
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