This morning’s haul of emails had one
telling me of a job vacancy where I’m going to start working next week. I had
heard there were vacancies there; this advert was for a fixed term position
covering a spell of maternity leave. And this position was for a grade above
the one I’m going to be starting on. Maybe I might ask about it on Monday?
I also had an email which was supposedly
from the United Nations Lottery Fund (?)
which had as its subject line “improtant”.
It didn’t seem “improtant” to me; it
seemed to be more of a scam. I also had another email from the exotic and
refined Asian women who are still waiting for me. I think they are in for a
long wait.
I then got a little bit peeved with
Facebook. I’ve signed up for the “#walk100miles”
thingy and was reading its Facebook page. Some idiotic woman who clearly is
very new to the Internet was having a rant at how people are posting photos of
themselves and where they’ve been walking on-line. She was *very* concerned that muggers and rapists
would see these photos of people out in the countryside and having identified
potential victims, these muggers and rapists would know who to mug and rape and
where to find them.
I couldn’t understand her point. I’ve (so far) never been mugged or raped when
out and about. However if I was a mugger or a rapist I personally wouldn’t pore
over social media trying to find a victim, then spend ages trying to identify
which bit of the countryside the victim seems to frequent. I’d lurk around a
nearby wood and take pot luck.
I took the dogs for a walk round the
park. We did our usual circuit and the walk passed off pretty much without
incident. But as we walked I had my SmartWatch and my phone recording the walk;
I think I need to whack up my mileage if I’m going to actually complete this “#walk100miles” thing. Last year I
measured our usual circuit (on my GPS
unit) at a shade over one mile and it took about fifty minutes. I never
really thought about it at the time, but on reflection that distance seems more
than a mile, but fifty minutes did seem about right. Mind you I’ve always felt
that “Hannah” overestimates distances.
At the end of the walk today my watch
said we’d done one point six miles in forty minutes. However it had said we’d
done point nine of a mile at what is clearly (from the map) the half-way point. At the end of the walk my phone
said we’d done one point eight miles in forty-eight minutes. I’m going to
assume my watch went doolally for the last eight minutes and take a distance of
one point eight miles for our standard walk.
Once home I put some washing on to cook,
and watched a little more “Victoria”
and “Darling Buds of May” before
spending the afternoon asleep.
I’m
off to the night shift now. I saw "er indoors TM"
fleetingly this morning; I will have a few minutes handover with colleagues at
work in a bit, then I shall be alone all night long. These night shifts make
for lonely times…
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