Every
night seems to be the same. I spend the evening drifting in and out
of sleep. I go to bed shortly before 11pm and sleep for a few hours,
then lay awake. I eventually give up trying to sleep and watch drivel
on the telly until 7am when I need to start the day but actually feel
as though I want to go back to bed.
Last
night was exactly that. After laying awake for ages I got up at 5am,
did my morning things, watched the third episode of "Game of
Thrones", and then realising I had to be in at work at 8am I
felt like death warmed up at 7am.
Mind
you Game of Thrones" was entertaining. Now I've started
watching it from the beginning much of what has happened in the later
episodes is making a lot more sense. At the risk of appearing
puritanical I'm not sure the show needs quite so much nudity (for
all that it seems to be the show's trademark), and watching it on
the SkyPlus box means that I can fast-forward through over twenty
minutes of adverts in every show. It's not a bad waste of time when
otherwise I would be bored.
I
got dressed, fussed my dog (who was still asleep), watered my
tree and went to work. As I drove the news was all about which
politicians have
found and lost favour in the eyes of our new Prime Minister. Some
appointments were well-deserved as were some dismissals, some were
predicable, and some were frankly ludicrous. But as to whether they
will actually be good decisions, only time will tell.
Once
at work I did that which I could not really avoid, and then came home
to take my dog for a walk. Once he was walked and fed Jimbo and
Stevey arrived. We had a cuppa then went round to Steve and Sarah's.
We sent out for take-away. My chili beef and chicken curry was
excellent, but poor Steve had been given the wrong order, and Jimbo
had more balls than sense.
Denver
and Jon arrived, and we had an astro-committee meeting. With the club
running on an even keel we made all sorts of plans for the future.
It only remains for me to remember exactly what those plans were and
to write them up. Failing that, the minutes of the meeting will be
what I say they were. After all I've minuted meetings like that
before...
I've
*really* got the farts now.. I blame chili beef and chicken
curry.
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