As I did the night shift
last night I listened to Radio 4 Extra again. Mike Batt (of
"Wombles" fame") expounded on his favourite
record, David Attenborough listed his favourite eight records on
Desert Island Discs (does *anyone* really like the classical
drivel he was playing), there were quite a few comedies.... but
two hours worth of air time was repeating what was broadcast on the
night before, and an hours worth in the small hours was repeating
what had been broadcast only a few hours previously.
I've emailed the BBC to
complain about the matter of the repeats. It was probably just as
well that listening the radio wasn't my only reason for being up all
night.
With work done I came
home. Ironically just as I got home I got an email telling me that
a new geocache had gone live not five minutes away from work.
Something not entirely dissimular happened yesterday too. Some people
would fid that frustating; in my world it boils my piss.
I popped the lead onto
"Furry Face TM" and we walked
round to Asda where we met "Daddies Little Angel TM"
and "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM".
He really has got the "hands up who loves Grandad"
down to a fine art. "Daddies Little Angel TM"
had some shopping to get so we walked through Willesborough Dykes to
Tesco. As we walked we met a couple off bulldogs. I can only describe
them as "hench" (as "My Boy TM"
would say). They were rather rather chunky. "Furry Face
TM" seemed to feel rather threatened by
them. Usually he'd pick a fight; he seemed terrified.
Once at Tesco I
supervised the dogs whilst shopping was bought and after spending ten
minutes watching the rats playing in the fields we came home via the
bakery. Belgian bus are always good.
"Daddies Little
Angel TM" took "Stormageddon -
Bringer of Destruction TM" home. I
had a lot of stuff to do, but having been up all night I though I
really should get an hour's shut-eye; I woke five hours later.
Yesterday I mentioned
that I have fence fragments to take to the tip. Yesterday I put that
job off to today; today I put the same job off till tomorrow. It was
raining. Instead I spent a few minutes applying for a job I'm not
sure I want, and then spent a few minutes making plans for the
future; walks don't organise themselves.
Pie and chips was
scoffed, "er indoors TM" went
bowling, and now it's telly time. Gotham is on later and Game of
Thrones is back in an hour.....
Much as I like the night
work it sometimes leeaves me feeling that the days after the night
shifts are days wasted....
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