Being on a late shift I
didn't have an alarm set for this morning and so I slept a while lot
better. And it is amazing how much warmer the house is at 7am rather
than at 5am.
Once brekkied I took
"Furry Face TM" round the park for
our walk. I think I confused him a little by not following our usual
route. I had this plan to get a photo of him in front of the fountain
so I went on one side of the hedge whilst he went on the other. When
he realised what had happened he tried to run through said hedge. And
got just the teensiest bit stuck.
With walk walked I then
drove down to Folkestone. As I drove there was a program on the radio
which could have
been rather interesting. It started off trying to explain the way
in which algorithms can be used. I say "trying"
because the presenter didn't like the term "algorithm".
He would have preferred "estimate" or "best
guess" and wasted five minutes of air time making a big fuss
about it. He then seemed to get rather stressed when the experts
being interviewed told him that (bearing in mind how little he
understood of basic maths and science) the application of prime
number factorisation to DNA analysis and cryptography simply couldn't
be dumbed down enough to be explained to him in thirty seconds.
It rather amazes me that
Radio Four presenters expect the listeners to be conversant with the
most obscure books and plays, but don't understand the most basic
mathematical or scientific concepts.
I'd gone down to
Folkestone a little earlier than I needed to because last night I'd
solved a geo-puzzle. I had this naive idea to go find it today. I
didn't find it. I found myself scrambling up a muddy slope to rummage
in a jungle; I gave up after five minutes and went round to see the
littun.
Littlun was watching a
new (to me) TV show. "Paw
Patrol" is best described as "Thunderbirds done
by dogs"; I quite liked it. I would have watched more, but
work was calling.
As I drove toward
Hawkinge I felt rather peckish so I stopped off at the roadside
burger van. The fact that there was a geocache not ten yards from the
van was neither here nor there. I had a rather good saugage in a
baguette and got fried onions all down my shirt.
I called in to Sainsburys
as I was passing. Normally I wouldn't go there but time was pressing
and it was the only supermarket I was passing. I needed supplies so I
got a jar of their own-brand strawberry jam and a jar of their
own-brand marmalade. Both costing nearly three times the price of
what Morrisons charge for their own-brand stuff.
I got to work and had a
rather horrendous day. For those who understand such things I had a
case with a serious haemmorage with a concomitant anti-Fy(a)
followed by an anaemic anti-M. For those to whom this is akin to
the application of prime number factorisation to DNA analysis and
cryptography, let's just say it was something of a brown alert (like
a red alert but needing fresh pants).
In fact the shift was
such that despite working overlooking (sort of) the county
cricket ground I didn't get to spend hours staring out of the window
watching their firework display. There's no denying that I was rather
vocal in my complaints on the matter.
Mind you once home I did
watch the Rocky Horror Show
Live which was being broadcast on the Sky Arts channel. What with
that and the landscape artist of the year competition that's twice
I've watched the Sky Arts channel this week.
I must be getting
cultured...
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