In contrast to the
previous rather restless night I slept like a log last night. I
finally woke shortly after 7am with a cold wet nose in my left
armpit. For some reason I ached. As I got up I looked outside; all
the cars were covered in ice. Just as well I had my early start
yesterday and not today.
As I scoffed my toast I
had a look-see on-line. An email from LinkedIn told me that I should
know the critical things that successful people do before 8am. In my
blacker moments I realise I've not been quite the financial wonder
that the younger me had been hoping for so I clicked on the link and
I read the article. It started off with a whole load of motivational
platitudes and then said that everyone who is anyone spends money in
a certain high street coffee shop before they go to work. Not just
any coffe shop, but one particular brand.
Well, that was two
minutes wasted. And LinkedIn then had the cheek to email me to ask
why I hadn't taken up their offer to upgrade my membership so that I
would pay them for that sort of rubbish.
Cheryl texted;
consternation reigns at the local primary school. Apparently
yesterday one of the more dislikable nine-year-old bullies pulled a
knife on one of its victims. The head teacher has blathered a few
platitudes and is now trying to carry on as though nothing has
happened.
I can't help but feel
that if the kids were faced with the cane for so much as farting on a
Tuesday (like I was) then this sort of thing would *never*
happen. When I was a lad we were terrified of our teachers. If anyone
put a foot out of line they got the cane. Consequently no one put a
foot out of line. One boy (incredibly rarely) had a sore arse
for a day; a thousand boys behaved themselves for two years. I think
that was rather reasonable.
I walked round to Newtown
with "Furry Face TM" where we met
"Daddies Little Angel TM" and
"Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM".
We walked through Willesborough and back via Hythe Road and the
path by the railway station. "Daddies Little Angel TM"
thinks she's seen a UFO. She is somewhat vague on the specifics, but
then most UFO sightis are somewhat vague on the specifics. I am
hoping for updates.
Once home I had a look at
the household accounts bearing in mind that today is pay-day. If I
hadn’t recently spent out on replacing much of the garden fence I
would be reasonably set for the month. As it is I’ve been
effectively financially wiped out. Again. But on reflection the new
fence has probably cost me the price of three or four serious
booze-ups.
And I have a new fence as
opposed to three or four headaches and a simular number of bouts of
diarrhoea.
Postie
visited with a letter from the hospital. Apparently the experts had
agreed that I (probably)
don’t have cancer; instead I have sialadenitis
which is posh talk for a blocked salivary gland and which is also
what I thought it was all along.
I’ve
now got an appointment to have the lump in my neck injected with an
x-ray opaque dye and then have x-rays of it done with a possible view
to having the thing cut out. Can’t say I’m looking forward to
either of those options.
I was feeling a tad tired
so I spent the afternoon slobbing in fronnt of the telly catching up
on all the stuff I'd recorded onto the SkyPlus box. Alan Partridge,
Extant, Jericho and Sorry! filled in the time whilst the washing
machine did its thing.
I finally could cope with
no more telly so I organised a geo-stroll for a a couple of week's
time. If any of my loyal readers fancy stomping about Kent. Surrey
and both East and West Sussex please drop me a line. And if you know
the GPS co-ordinates of where those four counties meet I'd *really*
find that useful....
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