I woke at 2.40am in
desperate need of the loo, and didn’t really get back to sleep again after
that. I dozed fitfully off and on, but never for more than fifteen minutes at
one stretch. I felt like death warmed up when I finally gave up and got up.
Over brekkie I
checked out Facebook as I do. "er indoors TM"’s cousin’s
partner had posted something which annoyed me a little. He’d put up some notice
to Facebook’s management saying “blah
blah.. I do not give Facebook or any entities associated with Facebook
permission to use my pictures, information, messages or posts, both past and
future. With this statement, I give notice to Facebook it is strictly forbidden
to disclose, copy, distribute, or take any other action against me based on
this profile and/or its contents. The content of this profile is private and
confidential information. The violation of privacy can be punished by law ..
blah blah”.
It turns out that Facebook’s management have no intention whatsoever of doing anything with
people’s photos or messages, but what winds my up is the ingratitude. I think
Facebook is bloody marvellous. It gives me a wonderful way of keeping in touch
with family and friends. It gives me all sorts of resources for so many
hobbies. It gives me unlimited photo storage. It shows me when I’m missing out.
And all for free.
If they want to use some of my photos then that
is a very small price to pay for the wonderful service they give me (for free) every day. And as for secret
messages, is there really *anything*
up there that shouldn’t be there? Who would be daft enough to publish anything
like that?
Bearing
in mind I get bored easily I’ve signed up for another course with Coursera. I’m
going to learn all about Dog Emotion and
Cognition.
They also suggested I sign up to dognition dot com. I may well find out
something about what goes on in "Furry Face TM"’s
head.
With that in mind I found myself watching my
dog rather closely as we went for our walk. I’ve often noticed he relies on his
sense of smell far more than any other sense. His hearing is quite acute,
albeit somewhat selective. His vision is… odd. He sees other dogs fifty yards
away but didn’t notice the squirrel than ran not six feet in front of him.
Once home I did the first couple of lectures in
the course. The question was posed: how did dogs (our best friends) evolve from wolves bearing in mind that for the
last fifty thousand years mankind had hated wolves. There wasn’t really any
answer.
I stopped off in Challock on my way to work;
there is a multi-geocache there where you find the first bit (easy enough) and it gives you six
locations nearby to visit (all within a
few miles). The idea is you drive to each place, answer a question based on
what you find there, and from the answers you can work out the location of the
final geocache.
Using the amazing cartographic power of NeonGeo
(!) I could see that these six
locations were rather spread out. I shall have a look at each of these
locations on Google Street View in a minute and see if I can't blag the answer.
I'm a great believer in blagging answers (given
half a chance).
I went to Morrisons for this and that, and then
had a look in Go Outdoors. I must admit to a slight disillusionment with that
shop. A few months ago they had good stuff at good prices. Whilst there are
still bargains to be had, mostly their stuff is either cheapo-bargain or
ridiculously expensive. Take their woolly hats - what I bought last winter for
seven quid was today up for sale at twenty-six quid. Or their trousers - either
so cheap and flimsy a good fart rips them, or over fifty quid a go for a
branded version of what Matalan does for fifteen quid.
And their fishing tackle is a bit pants too...
I rolled in to work; having done a lot of night
shifts recently where I am a lone worker, it seemed odd working with loads of
people about the place. But company is always good. I told the boss I'd applied
for a job at Maidstone hospital; as I said to her the recruitment bonus they
offer of (effectively) two months'
wages just for taking the job isn't to be sniffed at.
And so (whilst
it is still convenient) at lunch time I popped to the respiratory
department to get a new headpiece for my CPAP machine. The old one has
realistically had its day.
Bit like me really…
I’m really tired. 2.40am starts don’t agree
with me…
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