Somehow in the night an alliance of "er indoors TM"
and two small dogs had pulled the duvet off of me and I woke shivering shortly
after 5am.
Over brekkie I activated Netflix and watched another
episode of “Red Dwarf” before staring
into cyberspace. Not a lot had changed overnight really, but I had a message (via Facebook) from one of the
administrators of a work-related Facebook group I follow. Several people have
taken to posting medical pictures on that page with comments along the lines of
“have a guess at what this is” and
some of the responses are rather alarming; some akin to seeing a picture of a
chicken and claiming it’s a three-piece suite. I suggested that people post
some sort of description with their postings; if nothing else it might spare
the embarrassment.
The administrators of the group agreed with me. Mind you
I’ve made this comment to them before…
Also on Facebook was a communication to the Geocaching in
Kent page from a newly-elected member of the committee of the Geocaching
Association of Great Britain. Having spouted a few management catch-phrases it
turned out this chap is in Tyne and Wear... He *could* be further away from Kent, but not by much.
Just as I activated my lap-top I had an email. Yet another
of the world’s top one per cent of geoachers had just published their virtual reward. This team of Tupperware-hunters have found
over ten thousand hides. However their contribution to the hobby is nowhere
near as impressive. They have arranged three meet-up (two in 2013 and one in 2016), and have hidden a grand total of
three caches; their most recent hide being published in 2009.
Hunting Tupperware as a hobby is entertaining, but the
organisers have clearly lost their way.
I spent a few minutes scraping ice from
my car's windscreen. It was rather odd that I'd needed to. When I'd looked out
of my bedroom window when I got out of my pit earlier the cars were all
ice-free, but in the intervening time they'd all iced up.
I drove to work along rather busy roads;
where had all the traffic come from today?
As I drove the punters on the radio were
spouting about Prince Harry's upcoming
nuptials.
In years gone by a divorcee of mixed
race who has starred in a mucky video would *never* be allowed near the Royal family. How times have changed.
There was also talk of how every
stillbirth that happens in the UK will be seriously
investigated
so that lessons can be learned to prevent future tragedies. An admirable
sentiment; they interviewed someone whose child had died at birth who gave a
tear-jerking account of their terrible experience.
However they then scored an own goal
when the chap interviewed said their child had suffered from Edwards Syndrome, sufferers of which
usually die before birth, and only a quarter of those who survive birth live as
long as one year.
I did my bit at work. What with the
vagaries of the rota, today will be my last shift when I've got a workmate for
quite a while. I made the most of it.
I came home to an empty house; "er
indoors TM" had already taken the dogs for a walk. They all
returned eventually, we fed the pups and drove down to The Bell in Iden. Regular readers of this
drivel may recall I’ve been there before -14th
August 2010, to be precise. At the time I said it was a pub to re-visit;
shame it took so long.
We met father-in-law, and had a rather good
evening. The food was good, beer was not too shabby… I won’t leave it quite so
long before going back again…
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