Another restless night. No matter how tired I
get and despite the best efforts of my CPAP machine I simply cannot sleep for
long enough because I cannot breathe. I lay awake for much of the night and
when I should be up and about and doing things during the day time I find
myself falling asleep. I *really*
hate that. And everyone takes photos of me asleep and plasters them all over
Facebook as though it is some great joke. Would people do the same if I was
having an epileptic fit or a diabetic coma?
Hopefully more surgery up the nose will cure
the problem; even if only temporarily. The appointment with the ENT specialist
can’t come soon enough.
Over brekkie I had a look-see on-line. Lots of
people were posting pictures of children in school uniforms getting ready to go
back to school. I glossed over them as quickly as I could before I started
experiencing “Swadelands flashbacks”;
I had one or two letters of complaint about "My Boy TM"
over the years (including one when he was
snogging when he should have been doing lessons) and "Daddy’s
Little Angel TM" was never the ideal pupil.
I had hoped for an email telling me of a new
geocache on the way to work but my morning haul of emails was rather dull. So I
checked out the news – The Crystal Maze is to come back to the telly; this time with David
Tennant running the show. Personally I always liked Ed Tudor-Pole in that role,
but doesn’t this just sum up what is wrong with TV at the moment? With Star
Trek and Red Dwarf due for new series soon and Poldark coming back on Sunday (to say nothing of Are You Being Served),
there are so many re-makes. Let the old stuff go. Make new programmes!
I took "Furry Face TM"
for a quick walk round the park. He humped a small fluffy dog to the
consternation of some silly old woman who wasn’t at all impressed by my telling
her that he had been “done” three
years ago. She could tell he hadn’t been “done”
because of the expression on his face. I tried to show her his lack of “flowers and frolics” but she was having
none of it. Apparently you can tell if a dog has been done because it has a
chubbier happier expression. One lives and learns. I suppose my little dog has
lost a lot of weight recently after his illness, but he still doesn’t have any
“flowers and frolics”.
We also saw a very odd jogger. Her legs seemed
to be outracing the rest of her, and were a good foot (if not two) in front of her top half. She didn’t look to be at all
comfortable.
As I walked my phone beeped with an email from
the pet insurance people. They weren’t happy that I hadn’t filled in their
questionnaire which they claimed they’d emailed me last week. So once home I
had a look on-line. I’d asked the insurance people to pay the money from my
claim (after "Furry Face TM"’s stay
in dog hospital) into my bank account. No payments had been made. I felt
physically sick and, expecting the worst, I gave them a ring. I *need* that six hundred pounds.
I got through to a really helpful chap who
looked up my details and said they’d only received the claim form yesterday. He
went through the details and saw a lot of information (that the vets were supposed to supply) was missing. He said he’d need
to contact the vet before he could even begin to look at the claim. And
furthermore it usually takes twenty-five days between receiving the claim and
paying up (or telling the client to get
knotted).
The nice man was at a loss to explain why I’d
been sent the questionnaire. I filled it in; entering “don’t know” for most of the answers.
I then spent a few minutes on my latest
project. In September 1998 a gaggle of us spent a weekend camping at a certain
farm in Smarden. Over the years we’ve camped there a few times and I for one
took photos. I did have a website of memories of those camps, but when
mankybadger dot com was wiped (cheers EE!)
they all went west. However that website hadn’t been updated for years and so
it’s prompted me to re-make that website. It is still all in
the early stages; in fact so far I’ve only got the camp from 1988 done. If any
of my loyal readers have any photos or memories from any of those camps please
do email them to me. In the meantime I’m ransacking everyone’s Facebook photos.
I’ve made the decision that any photo I can find on-line is fair game to use.
From personal experience I’m pretty sure I have the legal right to do this, but
if anyone objects… don’t make your photos public (dur!)
I’m off to work now. I’d rather not have done
the late shift today; there is a session of watching bats at Singleton Lake
this evening. I suppose I could have got myself organised and swapped my
shifts, but I never got round to it…
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