I slept like a log last
night; it was so good to be back home after the barracks of hospital
accommodation. Mind you I was still wide awake shortly after five o’clock.
I got up and had a
shave. I liked that. Having forgotten my razor yesterday I’d not shaved for a
couple of days. I can never understand how people grow beards; I hate the
feeling of not having had a morning scrape.
After a bit of telly (watched with my dog) I then had a look
at the Internet via my lap-top. It is somehow better that way than doing it
with my phone. I had notifications about jobs at Kings College Hospital in
London and in Redhill. Bearing in mind the fun I’d had with snow this week I
decided not to follow them up.
There was also some
convoluted email from Geo-HQ about their latest nonsense about electronic
souvenirs. A couple of weeks ago I was all set to chuck the whole geo-thing in
what with the squabbles that were abounding, but I’ve decided to rise above the
pettiness. I looked at the convoluted email… I’ve said before that Geo-HQ needs
to sack all their staff and start again. I’ll say it again: Geo-HQ needs to
sack all their staff and start again. You basically can’ do their hobby without
using third-party software. They can’t do their business without the generosity
of third-party providers. But still they fart about. This time they’ve come up
with a rather complicated way of obtaining meaningless e- souvenirs
when they could have improved their app, sorted out the clunky web site,
devised some consistency in the way the so-called rules are applied…
I packed an overnight
bag (just in case) and set off to
work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were interviewing ex-Prime Minister
Tony Blair who was spouting about… I don’t know what he was spouting about. I’d
set the radio to call up the traffic updates. Every time something interesting
happened on the morning news program it was interrupted with updates of the
road conditions in Rochester, central London and Brighton. However at no time
was there any mention of the stretch of Kent between Ashford and Tunbridge
Wells.
I’ve turned off the
traffic updates.
I had an odd day today;
doing more work in the last hour than in all of the rest of the day. There was
some sausaging, but no gassing (it’s a
blood transfusion thing).
With work done I came
home. The forecast snow hadn’t come today, and the journey home was nowhere
near as bad as I had suspected it might be.
"er indoors TM" boiled up a
rather good plate of scran, and we scoffed it whilst watching the first episode
of the new series of “Benidorm”. It
was rather good. I just wish my stomach would stop hurting; it has been giving
me gip all week. I’m not sure why; I *might*
have pulled something when I took a tumble last Sunday…
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