I
was out like a light last night. I would have slept better had I not
woken at 4am shivering because an alliance of "er
indoors TM"
and "Furry Face TM"
had nicked all the duvet.
I
wrestled some small part of the duvet back and slept through to 7am.
Over
brekkie I had a look-see on line. Among my emails was one telling me
of a vacancy at Maidstone hospital. I'm tempted to apply for that.
And there was quite a bit of dross too. As well as Amazon trying to
sell me what I've already bought from them there was the usual drivel
from LinkedIn, an invitation to go on a geo-booze up in Croydon, a
couple of requests for me to do on-line surveys and the usual helping
of spam. However there was no email confirming the chap I was hoping
might give the talk at astro club in July. I've emailed him a few
times; I think that if he's not replied after three weeks of trying
either I have the wrong email address or he's not keen. I've now
stalked him down on Facebook and sent a message. Here's hoping.
Failing that would any of my loyal readers care to give a lecture on
any topic of their choice (as long as
it is vaguely astronomical) on the
last Friday of July?
I
had a look on Facebook; one of my old muckers has had a hip
relacement operation. My dad had that a couple of weeks ago. Now
Adrian's had one done. He's only a month older than me. Makes you
think, doesn't it?
I
took "Furry Face TM" for a walk
round the park. He mostly ignored all the other dogs who wanted to
play. But I had a couple of incidents. At one point he was bimbling
about some twenty yards behind me. I called to him "Come on
straggler!" A passing normal person took offence at the term
"straggler". Amd then a little later when preparing
to cross Francis Road I told him to "wait up".
Another passing normal person demanded that I repeat what I'd said to
him. I would have thought that someone clearly in their seventies
wouldn't be going round trying to pick a fight.
I
came home and my dog scoffed his brekkie and took himself off to bed.
I had a quick look-see on-line and then set off to work. Slowly. I
went to work via McDonalds. It was a bright morning, and a caramel
frappe together with a sausage and egg McMuffin slipped down very
nicely. There are those who don't like McDonalds. I can't see why
not. Good food prepared quickly which is not overly expensive is not
to be sniffed at. It has been my experience that the entire family
can eat at Maccy Ds for less than what one person would spend in a
"proper" restaurant. And be seated, fed and out
before the waiter of a "proper" restaurant would
come over to take the order.
I
also stopped off at the cheapo-bargains shop where I got half a dozen
sandwich boxes (just in case).
I
got to work with a few minutes to spare, and I did my bit. I spent
much of the time wondering about the vacancy at Maidstone. Should I
apply for it?
Over
lunchtime I checked my emails (on my phone). A recruitment
agency had contacted my through the much-maligned LinkedIn asking if
I would consider working in the private sector's blood testing labs.
Would I? I don't know. I didn't think there were many opportunities.
My
bruised stomach still hurts...
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