I slept for quite a long
time last night, but I can't say I slept well. Much of my night was
spent wrapped up in a rather disturbing dream about trying to
organise a public event in London the most important part of which
was ensuring that everyone got their payments refunded because the
event was doomed to failure before we'd even started taking money.
Pretty much everyone I've ever met was in a queue wanting thirty quid
from me (even though they'd not paid out anything) and for
some inexplicable reason I was the only person who could see how daft
this was.
I woke shortly after 7am
feeling frankly exhausted.
Over brekkie I sparked up
my laptop (still plugged in to "er indoors TM"
's charger). It immediately wanted to be turned off again as part
of some updating process. After ten minutes of farting about it
announced that the update had failed; it had encountered some problem
with Internet Explorer. Does *anyone* still use Internet
Explorer? I don't.
Pretty much nothing had
happened on social media. And I was surprised at how llittle interest
my compilation of last
years blog pictures had aroused on You-Tube.
I saw a new geocache had
gone live about a mile or so from work. My immediate thought was that
the First to Find would have long since been claimed before my night
shift. But caches near work will be very useful if I am going to fill
in this calendar challenge thingy. I'm quite glad that new caches are
appearing; a couple of years ago I would get a notification pretty
much every day about a new one having appeared but now I seem to get
maybe only one or two a week.
I got the leads onto the
dogs and pausing only briefly to chat with the geocachers in the
front garden we set off to collect "Daddies Little Angel TM"
and "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM".
We drove down to Hythe and had a little walk. The plan was to go
along the beach; we had to cut our walk short because of the biting
wind. Mind you whilst out we did get covered in mud, found lots of
other dogs and nearly had an incident with a dead dogfish. I took
a few photos whilst we were out. I do that.
Once home "Daddies
Little Angel TM" boiled up some toast and
gave it to "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM"
who then smeared it everywhere before tormenting the dogs with
what was left. They both then set off on their missions (taking
Sid with them). Being on a night shift I then went to bed for the
afternoon. For some reason "Furry Face TM"
didn't take the opportunity to come up and sleep at the end of the
bed; having been woen by an unwanted phone call from "Chase
Alexander" I came down after a few hours to find him sulking
on the sofa. Clearly he's wanted to go out with everyone else.
Shortly after I got up
"Daddies Little Angel TM" brought
Sid home "quietly"; I'd forgotten just how "silent"
she can be.
I'm just watching the
episode of Upstairs Downstairs in which Miss Georgina runs down some
poor deaf bloke and then I'm off to the night shift....
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