Again I slept like a log.
Pehaps a busy day at work followed by a busy evening at work and bed
after mignight had something to do with that.
Yesterday I started
making some geo-plans. With a current geo-score of 5968 (not that
I'm counting) I would like to do something special for number
6000. There are only about a dozen geo-web-cams in the country. The
nearest is in London. I have a plan to go there in a week or so. I've
made up an
event on Facebook for this. It seems to have attracted quite a
bit of interest. If any of my loyal readers would like to come along
please do. The more the merrier.
As well as the webcam
there are several virtual puzzles to go and find (which I have
already solved in theory) and half a dozen (or so) sets of
geology homework to do as we walk around.
I worked (and
completed) on one such geology excercise over brekkie. There are
those that say that armchair logging is cheating (and have told me
so!). I would agree... but all I'm actually doing is preparation.
I can't help but think that the day trip to London will be quite
rushed as it is. Fannying about on Google when out and about is
unneccessary fannying about when you can do it at home, and we are
going to actually visit all all the places in question anyway.
My little dog seemed
particularly soppy and clingy this morning as I geo-puzzled. Sid went
back to live with "Daddies Little Angel TM"
yesterday; I wonder if Fudge is missing him. I thought that Fudge
rather bullied him; perhaps I was wrong.
Yesterday I phoned the
train time phone number (0345 484950) to ask them when the
first off-peak train will leave Ashford on the day of our London
trip. I got given a time, but bearing in mind how unreliable that
phone number can be I phoned back and was told something different.
So I asked to speak to the supervisor. Someone claiming to be called
"Leonard" came on the line and gibbered incoherently
for five minutes.
So having a little time
on my hands before work this morning I walked "Furry Face TM"
up to the train station's ticket office to talk to them. The nice
lady on the desk spoke English (which was a help) and told me
the earliest time at which she would sell me an off-peak ticket. A
different time to both the times I was told yesterday.
As we walked we met an
old lady with a poodle. The old lady was pleasent enough; it was a
shame that "Furry Face TM" chose
to mount the poodle and then got bashed up by said poodle.
We came home and I spent
a few minutes doing a little more geology homework. As I googled and
wikipedia-ed the letterbox rattled. Postie had been. I fetched the
letters and had what I can only describe as a flashback.
It is a matter of public
record that five years ago I had some rather unpleasent dealings with
my professional regulator. It wasn't a good time, and I try not to
dwell on it Today that regulator sent me a letter. Only a circular;
nothing of real importance. But I saw their logo on the envelope and
it brought back some rather nasty memories. I didn't quite throw up,
but it was close, and I seriously considered phoning work to say I
would be off sick today. But I didn't.
Perhaps I should have...
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