I've been threatening to
have an early night for a few days now... I finally got one last
night. I slept for nearly eight hours; unheard of for me.
I got up and found my dog
was asleep in his basket. He's been sleeping in his basket overnight
a lot more than he used to; I keep worrying about that silly pup. He
carried on sleeping as I scoffed brekkie. He didn't stir for toast
crusts as I watched the Muppet Show as it played from the SkyPlus
box.
Being a geo-calendar day
I set off to work a little earlier than I needed to. I had a
geo-target in Kennington. "er indoors TM"
had set a puzzle which I had solved a while ago and so I went out to
find the cache this morning. I won't say it wasn't there, but I will
say that I couldn't find it.
That left me rather
scuppered for getting a find for today. In the end I reluctantly
picked up a cache which wasn't that far from the hospital. I'd been
saving that in case of a geo-emergency. But now I've had my
geo-emergency (and used that cache) I'm rather left without a
backup plan for future failures.
Still... I only have
fourteen more calendar days to go. And only six of those are on work
days...
As I drove I was rather
amazed by what I heard
on the radio. Apparently the Archbishop of Canterbury is the
love-child of his mother and one of the late lackeys of Winston
Churchill (I say "lackey" - the chap had a knighthood).
What particularly amazed me wasn't so much the news itself as the
fact that it had been made public by the Archbishop himself.
Apparently he'd been approached by the family of his biological
father who had their suspicions. DNA tests were done and the
Archbishop made the announcement.
Why has he done this? It
is absolutely no-one's business but his own. And how must his
eighty-six year old mother feel to have this spread all over the
news? Had this appeared as a tabloid scoop then the Archbishop would
have had the sympathy of the public. Having made the revelation
himself he has made the tale a legitimate target for speculation and
gossip.
I can't help but wonder
what's been going through his head. Mind you I can't help but wonder
what goes through the head of any Archbishop.
I got to work and did my
thing. As I did so I found myself looking out of the window. It often
rains when I work at weekends; today was no exception. I didn't just
look at the rain; I spent much of the day listening to it. It was
rather hard against the window.
The rain had eased up a
little by going home time. I came home via the petrol station. I had
planned to get the petrol in the morning but events had conspired
against me. I see the price of petrol is slowly creeping up again.
I could have gone home
via Lyminge; "Access All Areas" was playing a gig
there this evening. But I would have got there late, I would have got
home even later, and I've an early start tomorrow...
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