I slept surprisingly well in between
jumping in and out of bed to check for car parking spaces outside the house.
Yesterday I’d parked on the double yellow lines round the corner in Whitfeld
Road and I had to move the car before 8am. A space became free at 7.15am.
Having moved the car I set the washing
machine loose on some whites then did some CPD (it’s a work thing). Continuous
Professional Development is easy to do; all of us in every walk of life do it
all the time. Some of us have to record it though. Recording it is also easy,
but that does take a little effort. I made that effort this morning. The rules say we can record our
CPD in whatever format we like; some people have reams of paper stuffed into
folders. I prefer to blog. I originally started blogging CPD in a previous life
when I was a training officer; I did so to demonstrate to trainees how easy it
was. Over the years the thing (like this
blog) has developed a life of its own; the hit counter remains dormant
until I update, and when I update it goes through the roof with hits from all
over the world.
I hung out the washing to dry, and took
the dogs round the park. Fudge was itching to go out; Treacle didn’t seem
overly fussed about going. As we walked we saw a chap fishing in the river near
Bowens Field. I know a little bit about fishing; one of the best tips I could
give would be not to fish over the brambles. Ideally you should go to where you
can get right to the water’s edge. If this chap hooked anything he would have a
terrible job getting it over the thicket behind which he was fishing. He’d also
set up his rods as though he was beach-casting so he obviously had no idea what
he was doing.
I speculated about pointing out the
error of his ways but decided to leave him to it. He will learn from his
mistakes, or he will not.
We came home, and I then spent over an
hour cleaning up my car. It had gotten rather grubby inside and out over the
last few weeks, and I had this (admittedly
simplistic) theory that a clean car is more likely to pass its MOT on
Monday morning. Also I needed to get all the dog hairs out; we can’t arrive at
the funeral on Wednesday covered in dog hairs.
I actually filled a dustbin bag with all
sorts of rubbish that I’d been carrying around in the car (that should improve the fuel economy) and I swept and Hoovered the
inside before giving the outside a good scrub. It is a shame that it still
looks like it needs cleaning. I might take it to a car wash tomorrow,
As I scrubbed I noticed that my car has
euro-number plates (I’ve never really
paid attention to them before). I wonder if they will have to go with
Brexit?
"er
indoors TM"
mate arrived with new collars for the dogs, and we then cleared up two puddle
of puppy tiddle. I had vaguely been hoping to help a geo-pal move stuff into
storage this morning, but it was mid-day before I’d finished fiddling about.
I’d intended to sort out my fishing gear today, but time had run out. We had a
quick bit of cheese on toast and set off to Kings Wood where we met Tracey and
the girls. Together we all walked the dogs round some rather pretty woods (finding a few geocaches as we went).
We only had a short walk, and with the
walk done we then relocated to a nearby pub where the monthly geo-meet was in
full swing. It is always good to meet friends; it was only a shame the pub was
so hot. After an hour or so I was feeling rather ill, so we said our goodbyes.
That took an age as everyone wanted to say goodbye to the puppy. Perhaps she
too was feeling the heat as she was sick on the way home.
I then pretty much wasted the evening
dozing in front of the telly…
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