After
the exertions of yesterday I had something of an early night last
night. I slept like a log until 1am, then lay awake for much of the
rest of the night. I gave up trying to sleep and got up shortly after
5am. I then wasted ten minutes trying to find where my sandwich box
had been hidden. Whilst we had been on our Cornish holiday the girls
had come round and tidied up. Whilst they did it with all good
intentions I now can't find anything...
Over
brekkie I watched "Dad's Army" then set off to work
far earlier than I really needed to. Mind you I was at something of a
loose end, and being a geo-calendar day I needed to go locate some
Tupperware.
My
first target was in the back of beyond along a narrow country lane.
On arrival I could see the geocache; laying broken on the roadside.
The thing was smashed in two. I couldn't say whether it was
deliberately broken or not but I had my suspicions. This one had
supposedly been hidden for the local scouts. From my own experiences
of thirteen years as a scout leader I would *never* involve
scouts in geocaching. Whilst most would enjoy the silly game, I can
picture the faces of half a dozen who wouldn't rest until they had
personally destroyed every last one.
It
was as well it was still early; despite this minor setback I still
had time to drive down the road a bit further to get today's
geo-calendar filler. Only eight more days to fill now.
As
I drove the radio was spewing drivel; having had a week's holiday
I've got rather out of touch with reality (as dictated by Radio
Four).
The
Prime Minister was warning that leaving the EU may
well destabilise Europe. His critics were decrying him, but I've
said this all along. Just look at the history of Europe. Hundreds of
years of war and now co-operation. Admittedly it may be co-operation
about the standardisation of bananas, but it's not war.
There
was also concern expressed that official figures about death rates in
hospitals might not be quite as
reliable as one might hope. It transpires that one is as likely
to die over the weekend when in hospital as at any other time. In
fact one of the pundits being interviewed (who
was a professor-sir) said that in
fact patients get better treatment at weekends; mainly because with
far fewer out-patient clinics going on, staff can concentrate on the
acute in-patients at the weekends.
However
I got the impression that the whole discussion was more about
political squabbling rather than about achieving anything practical.
There
was also quite a bit of talk about today's
transit of Mercury across the face of the Sun. An expert was
wheeled on and the pundits asked him all sorts of facile and banal
questions. I couldn't help but wonder if the people asking the
questions really were as stupid as they seemed.
I
stopped off at Morrisons for supplies, and then got some petrol. I
was still far too early for work. So I sat in the car park and used
my phone to have a look-see on-line for half an hour.
There
was a minor embarrassment when I got to work; that missing sandwich
box had been in my locker for the last week. Woops.
I
got on with the day; work was much the same as when I'd left it
before my week's holiday. And with my bit done I came home again.
I
walked "Furry Face TM" round the
park; "er indoors TM" drove round
and picked us up just before the rain started. We had a rather good
bit of scoff, then she went bowling.
I've
made myself comfortable in front of the telly... Game of Thrones is
on soon, then it's Gotham...
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