I stopped off at
Morrisons on my way to work last night. As I bought this and that I
saw a mad woman loudly telling her invisible friends to wait for her
by the bakery. As she walked off her invisible friends must have
followed her as she took them back to the bakery and told them to
stay put. She then went off on her errands again; periodically
popping to within view of the bakery counter and shouting at her
invisible friends.
I spent much of the rest
of the evening sniggering about his.
After a rather dull night
shift I turned on the car radio to find the pundits were transmitting
from a hospital. They were running a big feature on today's strike
by junior doctors.
Much as I sympathise for
the doctors, they are effectively being faced with that which the
rest of the hospital staff have had forced onto them over the last
few years. All this talk of weekend working is utter drivel;
hospitals have been working every hour of every day of the year for
as long as I've been working on them. It *really* bothers me
that those calling the shots for the NHS don't seem to realise this.
But (quite frankly) I'm sick of hearing about it, so instead I
turned the radio off and I listened to Ivor Biggun and sang along
with rude songs as I took a rather long-winded drive home.
Being a geo-calendar day
I needed to hunt down a geocache at some point today, and not really
having much of a plan for the day I thought I might as well get my
find earlier rather than later. Hastingleigh wasn't *that* far
out of my way home, and having made my quick find for the day I came
home and took my little dog for a walk. We met up with "Daddies
Little Angel TM", "Stormageddon -
Bringer of Destruction TM" and Sid
and walked with them for a while before leaving them to do their
thing as we carried on with ours.
This morning "our
thing" was checking on two geo-thingies of mine in the
WIllesborough area. Other hunters of tupperware hadn't been able to
find them so I was expected to go have a look-see. One was where it
was supposed to be; one had gone walkabout.
As we walked home we
found a random armchair on the pavement on Birling Road. I tried to
get "Furry Face TM" to pose on it
but he wouldn't.
As we came along the
river "Furry Face TM" was
straggling. As I do in these cases I shouted "come on you!"
down the path at him. A passing looney took this as a chance to
strike up a conversation and he spent five minutes telling me how he
doesn't vote because he doesn't agree with the war that Britain has
been fighting for the last thirty years.
If any of my loyal
readers know what war this might be, please let me know.
Once home I was feeling a
tad tired. Rather than falling asleep in front of the telly I thought
I'd go to bed for an hour. But only an hour; I had stuff to do in the
afternoon.
I woke up at 5pm.
I woke feeling rather
groggy so I watched Monday's episode of "Gotham" and
then had a look on-line. I'd had a friend request from Soo
Law on social media. Not knowing anyone of that name I had a look
to see who she was. Apparently I have four Facebook friends in
common; none I've seen for three years. Apparently she is a kite
flier. On-line kite fliers annoy me. Everyone wants to be your friend
on social media but if you see them in real life most of the ones I
meet won't even say hello.
I deleted the request.
I'm rather fussy as to who I have on social media.
There was also
consternation on the geo-forums. A few days ago I heard about some
people based in Germany who were pretending to have found thousands
of geocaches in the UK. Some of mine were amongst those they claimed.
I'd been told they were lying about this so (out of interest)
I went and had a look at the paper logs. These Germans hadn't signed
my ones so I removed their e-logs at the time and posted about this
on the Wherigo group I manage. Whilst a faked log on yet another film
pot under a rock isn't a major issue, Wherigos take a *lot*
more effort and so I thought the matter worth mention there.
The matter has now been
blown out of all proportion. What particularly boiled my piss was
that what I had originally written for one forum had been
misconstrued and then re-posted elsewhere quoting me.
After all is said and
done it was a matter of utter triviality whiich now looks as though I
am being utterly pedantic over something which barely warranted a
mention.
"er indoors TM"
came home and picked up what postie had left. There was a letter from
the garage reminding me the car's MOT was due. I shall have to phone
them in the morning; haven't they seen that I've already booked it
with them? And my geo-parcel has arrived. I can start on my new
project soon.
We then had a rather god
bit of dinner spent watchin more episodes of "Benidorm"
and speculating on the career of Tim
Healy. He's been in quite a lot of things I never knew about...
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