I slept quite well last night. So did my
little dog who spent the night in his basket. He seems to spend the night in
his basket after we’ve been out for a longer walk. Perhaps he’s getting old?
Over brekkie (coffee, toast and jam, 297 calories, 15% of the day’s allowance) I
had a look-see on-line. I had emails for the astro club advertising the
Thursford Christmas Spectacular, from GPS tracking offering us the ability to
track all our vehicles with GPS devices, and one from Gerald Yusuf who wanted
to book accommodation in January. Somehow the email address has been picked up
by a spambot.
I then drove out to Maidstone; I had an
appointment with the human resources people at the hospital there. All sorts of
paperwork to sort out before I can take up my new position with them.
I then went to the local hospital for a
CT scan of my sinuses. Now to wait for an appointment to get the operation
done. Mind you I can see this not happening. The specialist assured me it would
be done as a day case; now they are talking about having to stay in hospital
overnight. And they want me to take two weeks off work after the operation.
That won’t happen with the new job on the horizon. And bearing in mind the polyps
grew back last time I am beginning to question the logic of having it done
again.
I came home. As I pulled up I could hear
my dog barking. He doesn’t bark excessively when I’m about the house or in the
garden; I’m pretty sure he recognises my car. I took him round the park where
he nearly caught a squirrel. Had he kept quiet he would have caught it, but he
rather spoiled his chances by barking at the poor creature.
I then organised a little geo-walk for next week, then had a cuppa
whilst watching a bit of telly. I watched last night’s episode of “The Young Pope”. An odd show – I always
thought Popes were supposed to be religious.
Jimbo arrived; we went to the gorge
where we met Steve, Sarah and Stevey. After a rather good bit of dinner we
slowly made our way to Downe House (sixty
miles away) where the astro club was staging an observing evening for the
paying punters. They’d all paid thirty quid a head and it was rather cloudy.
But after an hour’s cloudgazing we gave them one or two PowerPoint shows.
It was a rather good evening… for the
punters. Much as I didn’t dislike the evening I don’t think I really
contributed much…
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