I slept rather well, despite a
particularly vivid dream in which the hospitals at Maidstone and Tunbridge
Wells had declared war on each other, and in which I was expected to be a
double agent for both sides to infiltrate the other. I was glad to wake from
that one.
Over brekkie I had a look at the
Internet. Last night I saw a large box of Lego had been advertised for same
locally. I sent a message to ask if it was still available. I had a reply. “Yes”.
Not even a smiley face.
I also saw some talk about how
NHS chiefs are looking at making accommodation
for staff in hospital premises should Brexit lead to motorway chaos.
Bearing in mind that I regularly drive up and down the M20 going to and from
work, this is rather worrying. I would have thought that the obvious answer was
*not* to use the M20 as a car park, but what do I know?
I walked down the road - I had
an appointment with the dentist. I said hello to the four receptionists (yes
- four) who fiddled with their computers and told me to take a seat
upstairs. I'd arranged to have the first appointment of the day, and was a
little curious when someone else went in before me. And then another one went
in. When the third one went in I went to the counter and asked what was going
on. They took my details, and told me I'd missed my appointment. I should have
been there half an hour ago. I told them that they had booked me in forty
minutes previously. Just as I was getting ready for a fight, one of the
receptionists came over. "Have you done it again?" she asked
her mate, and gave me an apologetic smile. She then phoned the dentist and asked
if they could fit me in.
The dentist agreed to see me; I
told her that I'd been sitting in the waiting room for nearly an hour. Her
assistant chipped in that she'd seen me sitting waiting. I've formed the
distinct impression that this happens more often than they would like.
To add insult to injury I've got
to go back for a filling.
I went home and got the dogs
onto their leads and we went for a walk round the park. Perhaps my experiences
at the dentist had boiled my piss? Perhaps Pogo is just too much like hard
work? Pogo tried to fight with every dog we met that was on a lead. After ten
minutes he went back on the lead, but on meeting the next leaded dog he
suddenly yanked with all his might and pulled his collar off.
And then I had an argument. I
could see a chap walking toward us with a dog on a lead. I went the other way.
This chap hurried to get in front of us. I went back the way I came; so did he.
I called to him and explained that Pogo isn't good with dogs on leads. He
called back and said he has never ever let his dog off the lead, and he would
like his dog to play with the two of mine that wouldn't want to fight. I tried
to explain the impracticality of it... bellowing the conversation a hundred
yards across the park was impractical enough. Eventually this chap took offence
and stomped off in a huff.
Some mornings my dog walk is
really enjoyable. Today's was a misery. I'm seriously considering leaving Pogo
at home in the future, but that wouldn't be fair on him.
With dogs walked I went off in
the general direction of work. A couple of geocaches went live in Wadhurst
yesterday. No one had logged that they'd found them. There was the chance of a
First to Find. But I wasn't to be lucky; someone had found them, but not
logged. There are those who encourage that sort of thing - they call it "keeping
the chase open". I don't encourage it - I call it "deliberately
wasting people's time".
But on the
plus side I did get to find a cache that hadn't been logged in eighteen months
- another resuscitation. That’s thirty-five of the things now.
As I drove
here and there this morning I went along several lanes that had signs saying
that they weren't suitable for heavy goods vehicles. I lost count of the amount
of times I had to turn around as there was a heavy goods vehicle stuck in a
narrow lane. What is it with these people? Are they stupid? The highways people
don't put these signs out for fun.
I got to work
in time for dinner. There was a special menu in honour of the Chinese New Year.
Dinner was rather good today.
Work was
busy; It was a shame that there was mud all over the department's floor. I was
sure I'd cleaned my boots before coming in to work...
Today was all rather negative, wasn’t it?
Tomorrow will be a better day – I’ve decided.
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