I slept rather well; I
was woken shortly after seven o’clock by Fudge’s whimpering. He’d got upstairs
and wanted to be lifted onto the bed. I picked him up, but Treacle appeared and
wanted to start a fight.
Over brekkie I had a
look at Facebook as I do. There were a lot of these memes thanking NHS staff
for their efforts in getting to work through the snow this week. A *lot* of us had done like me and stayed
overnight. However I took exception to one post which said we should he
grateful to the nurses. Whist the nurses do a good job, hospitals cannot run
without the contributions of pharmacists, physiotherapists, cleaners, cooks,
biomedical scientists, podiatrists, speech therapists, cardiographers, electricians,
dieticians, porters, secretaries, med lab assistants, biochemists, plumbers…
many of whom also work round the clock. There are *far* more people that doctors and nurses who work in hospitals.
I also saw that
Facebook was no longer running an advert for a pornographic game entitled “C*nt Wars”. Last night I saw a featured
advert on Facebook for a fun new game. I clicked on the link and was
immediately presented with cartoon depictions of rather saucy naked young
ladies engaged in rather serious filth. Yet another triumph for Facebook’s
community standards?
I also had several
emails for jobs in Essex. I’d never apply for them as they would be utterly
impractical even though the hospital in which they are based is closer to home
than where I am currently working. It is easy to forget that the Thames estuary
is in the way. A thirty-mile distance involves a seventy-mile drive.
I put the coats and the
leads on to the dogs. Fudge sulked, but I ignored him. He doesn’t like wearing
a coat but with temperatures four degrees below zero, I wasn’t going to give
him a choice today. We went for our standard circuit of the park. When we
walked on Tuesday it was rather pretty with the fresh snow. Today there was
just ice everywhere. It was rather dangerous.
As we walked we met
OrangeHead who was again surrounded by a posse. As usual Fudge wanted to go off
with them; as usual the only way to retrieve him was to put his lead on him and
drag.
We came back across the
co-op field for the first time this year. Up till now it has been waterlogged;
today the mud was frozen so we could get through relatively easily. Fudge
rolled in fox poo, but frozen fox poo is but a shadow of its defrosted
counterpart.
Once home I hung out
the laundry that I’d put on before we went out and put more in. I emptied the
dishwasher and looked at my accounts.
Oh dear…
To be honest had I not
spent nine hundred quid on new brakes for the car and a serious servicing I
would be rather better off. But what is money for if not to squander foolishly?
I also made a start on
emptying my letter rack. There was a letter from my dentist saying he was
jacking it all in. He told me that in person a month or so ago. Why waste money
on a letter? I wonder how many others he’s sent out.
There was the annual
mortgage review. It has just over four years to run; there is a shade over five
thousand pounds still to pay. We pay monthly (as everyone does) but one of these monthly payments isn’t enough to
cover the annual interest. Borrowing money is expensive. I’ll feel a lot
happier in four years’ time when it is all paid off.
I had a letter from my
professional body. They’ve put their bill up. They sent a leaflet about all the
money-off deals they offer. However it was all money off of stuff I’d never
spend money on in the first place.
The warranty on the
SkyPlus box had been renewed. It’s gone up by a quid a month, but they sent me
a new bit without quibbling when it went west a few weeks ago.
There were two letters
from the vets. Treacle was due booster injections. I phoned the vets and they
seemed to have no record of the appointment she had with them in January. Our
vets are really good with the dogs, but their record-keeping leaves much to be
desired.
It was at this point
that I put all the remaining letters back in the rack. I’ll look at the rest
another time.
I then spent a couple
of hours doing the ironing whilst watching episodes of “The Crown” on Netflix. It is a rather good series, but I can’t warm
to the Princess Margaret character at all. With ironing done I wasted a little
while doing
some CPD whilst sorting my undercrackers.
It don’t do itself, you
know.
I thought about taking
the dogs out, but they were both snoring, and the snow was falling again. I
asked if they wanted to go out; they both leapt up. We had a good little walk
round the block in the snow and got home just as "er indoors TM" got home… What
excellent timing…
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