I stood on
the scales this morning. I’ve lost three pounds in weight since last Monday –
that’s something of a result.
As I scoffed
my granola I watched the second episode of Ricky Gervais’ “After Life”.
I’m still not sure about the show. I then sparked up the lap-top. Nothing much
had happened on Facebook overnight, but I had quite a glut of emails; mostly
Amazon trying to sell me stuff which I had randomly clicked on during the last
week. Big Brother certainly is watching me.
I did some
more of my on-line botany course, but failing the end of week quiz gave me the
sulks so I turned it off and fiddled about on my latest geo-project. I’ve got a
series of geocaches out near Great Chart. They’ve been active for some eighteen
months and I’ve never really been happy with the amount of road that the route
follows. I’ve also acquired a series of caches which is quite close to it which
has been out for some five years. Both have run their course. I’m planning to
combine the two routes into one. But the creation of the websites for each cache
takes an age. If I can get one or two done every so often it will help.
With brekkie
scoffed I drove up to the hospital. On 7 December last year I went to my G.P.
to see what was going on about sorting out my nasal polyps. I know I need
surgery; my G.P agreed with me and again referred me to the hospital. The
appointment was today. I arrived early (parking can be a nightmare) and
was seen half an hour earlier than planned. The specialilst looked up my nose,
told me I had nasal polyps, ad that he would put me on the waiting list for
surgery.
I explained I
was on the waiting list, that they’d booked me for surgery the week I was
starting a new job, I’d asked for a postponement, and that was two years ago.
The specialist laughed and made the observation that whoever it is that organises
the operating lists was hopeless, and that I was starting waiting on the list
again. The two-year delay has just been swept under the carpet.
I shall wait
patiently for a date for the operation and lodge the formal complaint once I
can breathe again..
I came home, collected the
hounds, and we drove out to Badlesmere. "er indoors TM" has got a series
of geocaches out there and she’d had reports that some needed maintenance.
She’d also hidden two relatively recently that I hadn’t found, so I thought I
could track those two down, do her maintenance, and walk the dogs somewhere
where Pogo wouldn’t be trying to pick fights all the time.
We got out to Badlesmere and had a mostly good walk. The walk went well when the
dogs could run. Not so good when they had to be on the leads. Three dogs is too
many. We did the secret geo-things, and with walk and geo-stuff done we came
home again.
It was a shame that she’d told
me to maintain ones that were fine, and not told me to maintain the one that
had gone missing… woops!
We came home to find the postman
had been. The most recent “Viz” magazine was on the doormat. I do like “Viz”;
I’ve been reading it for over twenty years. Mostly whilst on the loo. Talking
of which, I quickly ran round the garden harvesting dog turds. Bearing in mind
how much the hounds dump when out and about I can’t see how we get quite so
much dung in the back garden. It all went down the chod-bin; copious buckets of
water and stirring with a trowel shifted it all. I then read some of “Viz”.
I had a sandwich whilst watching
more of Ricky Gervais’ “After Life”, then had a shower and went to bed
for the afternoon. Treacle laid on the bed next to me and was as good as gold.
I think (to be fair to the hounds) this is entirely the problem with the
dogs. Each dog is individually a wonderful creature; it is having three of them
that I am finding problematical.
Having said that, I would have
slept better had Fudge not spent the afternoon barking at random shadows.
After three hours I got up and
fed dirty laundry into the washing machine. With the volume turned up I
reviewed the on-line lectures on last week’s part of the botany course. I
finally passed this week’s test on the fifth attempt. I’d been studying about
how plants “see”. It turns out they do respond to light in quite a few
odd ways. I’m now on to the lectures about how plants “smell”.
"er indoors TM" will be home
soon. I’m hoping she’ll boil up some dinner, then I’m off to the night shift. I’m
hoping I can set off early enough to go shopping on the way. If I can get some
plastic tubs I might just get my new geo-series in place on Wednesday…
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