On the way home (after the night shift) I couldn't help
but notice the price of petrol in Morrisons. On Monday's road trip I'd been
keeping a look-out for petrol stations as I went. Fuel in Hampshire and Dorset
is (about) ten pence per litre more
expensive than what it costs in Kent. It certainly pays to shop about.
Once home I took "Furry Face TM" for a quick
walk around the park. As we went he caused mayhem with some dogs and ignored
others. Most of the other dog owners seemed to know him by name. I’m not sure
that’s a good thing.
And with my little dog
walked I took myself off to bed for the day. Something of a waste of a day
possibly? My old mucker Steve was getting married today. I'd had an invite ages
ago but had had to turn it down. Originally because the plan had been that I
would be on holiday in Wales. Then I wouldn't be able to go to the wedding
because I wasn't allowed leave. And finally the reason was that following the
night shift I wouldn't be in any fit state to go to a wedding.
Mind you it would have
been good to have gone along; if nothing else I might have had someone to talk
to. Other than professional hand-overs at the start and end of the two night
shifts up until this afternoon I'd only had two conversations of any length all
week. I had a good chat with Chris at the cinema on Tuesday night, and I
jabbered away with "Daddy’s Little Angel TM" on our walk
yesterday. Other than that I've not spoken to anyone (other than my dog) all week. I'm not quite sure how I've suddenly
become a hermit, but I'm not keen on it.
I slept like a log for
several hours. A couple of weeks ago I did have this vague idea that I might
get a good sleep and then drive up to the geo-mega in Wales. But driving to
Dorset and back on Monday was tiring enough, and that wasn’t after a night
shift.
Mind you reading the
postings on Facebook I didn’t realize just how many friends were driving up
today. Perhaps I should have asked for a lift and slept on the way up? Or
perhaps someone might have posted on-line that they were going and asked if
anyone (me) might have liked a lift? Perhaps
they did offer and I didn’t see it? Or perhaps I’m just being precious through
lack of sleep?
But whatever happened,
I found myself feeling that I was missing out.
I was surprised at just
how much of a sulk I found I was having on the matter. After all, whenever I go
anywhere I advertise it as a Facebook event because afterwards I invariably get
complaints from people feeling they missed out on something good. So I sulked (some more) about what I was missing, and
did a little laundry and then went round to see "Daddy’s Little Angel
TM" who’d offered me dinner.
I eventually got over
my silk, and had a rather good evening watching Oddbods and Furchester Hotel,
and a rather good bit of curry.
Early night now I think…
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