Last night I wrapped myself in my alpaca
poncho, attached an inflatable neck pillow and my CPAP machine and had a go at
sleeping sitting up. It was a partial success; I didn’t sleep any longer but
when I woke in the small hours I didn’t feel anywhere near so rough. As the
world slept I watched an episode of “The
Crystal Maze” and an episode of “Star
Trek” then went back to sitting-up sleep. I got another couple of hours of
shut-eye and again woke snotty, but not as grim as I have been these last few mornings.
Over brekkie I had a look-see on-line. John Hurt had died overnight. He’s one celebrity of
whom I had heard. He was in “Alien”
and “Doctor Who” and all sorts of
things over the years but I got the news via the news channels. Unlike last
year, only a few people had picked up on it on social media. Hopefully last
year’s mass hysteria about the death of celebrities has run its course.
I also saw that the Spanish government
wants to start talks with the British
government
about trade deals as soon as possible, regardless of the fact that legally they
can’t.
I’ve always felt that we *shouldn’t* have a second Brexit
referendum as the decision has been made, but more and more I’m coming to the
conclusion that everyone involved needs to start again and decide exactly *what* is involved with Brexit. It
certainly seems to be being made up as things go along.
We got the leads on to the dogs, and
drove out to Brenchley. Today was the monthly geo-meet, and a little series of
geocaches had gone live in the area. A general invitation had gone out to
anyone who fancied a walk, and a dozen of us met up in the pub car park and went
for a stroll.
I must admit I’d been wondering if I
should have cried off; this cold has rather taken it out of me, and the weather
hasn’t been good this week, but I was glad that I went. The sun shone and it
was a bright warm morning. Geocache-wise the walk was excellent; a well-marked route
of a couple of miles with a variety of caches and hides. Being the first bunch
out our group got several First to Finds, and I got three of them myself.
We got back to the cars, changed out of
muddy boots, and went for a beer or two. The Halfway House in Brenchley had
eight ales on; all poured from the barrel. Not too shabby. I had four pints
with my ham and eggs, and slept much of the way home, and slept for much of the
rest of the afternoon.
"er
indoors TM"
boiled up a pizza and went off to film night. I ironed shirts and felt ill. I
might have another early night…
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