I slept well after having done two night
shifts; I was licked awake by "Furry Face TM" just
after 7am. Having woken me he wagged his tail and then went back to sleep. I
wish I could have done.
Over brekkie my cousin was having a rant on
Facebook about something she’d seen on the
telly. She was incensed that potentially life-saving
treatments were not available on the NHS. I don’t know the specific details of
the one shs was so cross about, but some of these treatments not available on
the NHS don’t actually work. I can remember the outrage in the 1970s when the
people of Hastings raised thousands of pounds to send a young boy (who went on to be best man at my wedding)
to Switzerland for treatment to stop him going blind? It didn’t work for him,
and it has since been proved this treatment was a scam and didn’t work at all. But
this didn’t stop people all around the world raising loads of money and sending
children to a quack who was running a rather cosy little racket in a very
scenic mountain location.
Quite a few of the treatments not available on
the NHS don’t actually work. That’s why they aren’t available on the NHS.
I popped the lead onto my little dog and
we set off to Kings Hill. We took a little longer to get there than we might
have done. There is something fundamentally wrong with Google Navigation.
Whilst it is excellent at knowing which roads are busy and which are not at a
given moment, it has no idea when roads are closed for weeks at a time. But we
weren’t *too* late in meeting up with
Gordon and Aleta.
We had a rather good walk along paths
which were well marked. We did take a little aside to our route at one point
and it was there that we found the utterly impassable footpaths. And it did
rain a little heavier that I’d been expecting. But all things considered a walk
round the golf course with good company wasn’t too bad a way to spend the
morning.
Geocache-wise it was a good walk; we
found all our targets. We had a minor hiccup with the field puzzle; had we
listened to what we’d been told and walked the route backwards things might
have been a lot easier for us.
After two hours we found ourselves back
at the car. I was amazed at how few photos I’d actually taken
today. We said our goodbyes, and it wasn’t long before we were home. Once I’d
hosed the mud off of my dog I popped up to the corner shop where I rescued the
nice people who run the shop from a drunk. He was getting rather aggressive
because they didn’t sell “Texan”
bars. I told him they’d sold out, and he seemed happy and staggered off. He
seemed to be oblivious to the fact that Nestle stopped making them thirty years
ago.
I scoffed my sandwich whilst watching an
episode of “Game of Thrones”. As I
watched it my wet dog snuggled up to me. He burped a few times before falling
asleep. I then spent a couple of hours doing on-line corporate inductions for
my new job at Maidstone & Tunbridge Wells Health Authority (did I mention I got the job I applied for?).
It turned out I wasted that time as my computer didn’t save the work I’d done.
Oh well… do it again.
"er indoors TM" came home early
and boiled up a rather good bit of steak for dinner. Probably a few too many
calories, but having decided to cut out the extraneous rubbish I so often shove
down my neck gave me a few calories to spare in my allowance.
This calorie counting amazes me. I walked off
less calories in the morning’s walk than I would get from four hob-nob biccies…
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