Last night as I worked I
listened to the radio. I do that on my way to and from work and on
night shifts. I once found just how easy it was to get out of touch
with current affairs so (much as it winds me up) I listen to
the radio's news and current affairs programmes when I can.
Not having listened to
any news for a week I was wondering what had happened in the wider
world. It would seem the major event of news was the fact that the
football team Manchester
City had won a game. I heard about this in many reports and
articles all night long. I was going to ask "who cares"
but it is quite clear that a *lot* of people must care for it
to have had such a high profile last night.
After a rather busy night
I came home and went straight to bed. Despite endless phone calls and
dogs barking I stayed there for seven hours until I gave up trying to
sleep. Over a rather late brekkie I checked social media. My niece
was hit by a car last night. The incident wasn't (quite) as
serious as it sounds; she was walking along a lane and she was
clipped on the hand by the car's wing mirror. Her hand was rather
seriously bruised; the car's wing mirror didn't survive the impact.
It is a sign of our times
that she was ranting about the matter within seconds of it having
happened, but she didn't think to take the number of the car that hit
her.
I also confirmed
something I had suspected yesterday. Toward the end of last year in
the company of several hunters of tupperware I'd started on the Essex
Way series of geocaches; a guided walk of over four hundred
geocaches along a route of over eighty miles. Yesterday I heard
reports that this series was being archived.
My first reaction was
disappointment; with other caches to be found on the way this was a
series of over six hundred finds which could be done in smaller easy
segments. I'd only done two of them. It looks like this series had
only been out for one year. Much as I advocate not leaving caches out
for ever I can't help but feel that one year was perhaps rather a
short time.
Having said that it looks
as though no one has been out along the second stretch since we
walked it some six weeks ago. And it also looks as if no one had
walked the first stretch since we walked it back in October.
Realistically there are only so many people who will walk a linear
route; they need some preparation as you need to have a car at each
end. Perhaps the route really had run its course? It would have been
good to have gone back to Essex to finish the walk but with this walk
gone the area is now clear for others. People are already talking
about putting out new series.
As I scoffed my toast
(with my wolf pack on my lap) I watched the telly with half an
eye. I had been hoping that "Upstairs Downstairs"
might have been on. It wasn't, but the James Bond film "Goldfinger"
was. I was surprised at just how much Sid was watching the film; he
was growling at the screen at least once every five minutes. As the
afternoon wore on I found myself more and more captivated by the
film. For all that it is an iconic film (actually as old as I am),
it is rather crap really. Would Goldfinger *really* not have
shot Bond dead so much earlier. And would he *really* have put
up with so much nonsense from him?
And now I'm off to
another night shift. These days between the night shifts are rather
dull....
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