After I’d had my morning fix of “BattleStar Galactica” I filled in a
questionnaire for Pieroth Wines. They were offering free mugs as a thank-you
for answering their questions, but I’m sure they will be wanting more. I
suspect they will ask me to host a wine tasting evening. I quite like the idea
of that. Do any of my loyal readers fancy coming along? I’ve been to a Pieroth
wine tasting before. You’ll be expected to buy some, but the evening will be
something of a giggle.
I had a quick look-see round the
Internet. Late last night I posted on the “Geoaching
in Kent” page asking of anyone fancied another geo-ghost hunt in London.
There were a few positive replies this morning, so that plan might just be good
to go.
With no emails of note I set off to
work. As I walked to my car I saw the vicarage up the road was up for sale.
There have been rumours about Christchurch closing down; perhaps it *is* going?
The roads were certainly quieter than
what I am used to as I drove at 6.30am. The pundits on the radio were mostly
talking election drivel, but there were a couple of interesting snippets.
Apparently the British native lizard is under threat from the European wall
lizard
which has established itself in the UK. And official figures ow how that people
with HIV have a life expectancy much the same as that
of the general public. What a success story for medical science. I can remember
going to a seminar about the sixth HIV case in the UK (in 1982) and HIV was then seen to be the death of humanity.
I got to work for the early shift, and
did my bit. I spent much of the day worrying about Pogo. Treacle’s brother and
"Daddy’s Little Angel TM"’s smallest dog; Pogo had
his “bits” surgically removed by the
vet today. A routine operation, but still cause for worry.
An early start made for an early finish.
I was home two hours earlier than usual, and with a bright afternoon I made the
most of the time and got the last of the shingle washed. It was very generous
of nice-next-door to let me have
their unwanted shingle, but getting it clean for use was backbreaking work.
I’ve now got the garden so’s all the shingled areas are now sorted (I think).
"er indoors TM" boiled up a
rather good bit of scran, then went off to her monthly craft evening. I
considered suggesting she took the puppy with her, but thought better of doing
so. Instead I watched more “BattleStar
Galactica” and did some preparation for my planned geo-ghost hunt in London.
My elbow hurts; I think I overdid
washing the shingle…
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