I slept rather well last night,
but I had something of a rude awakening with a rather loud crash when Pogo fell
off of the bed just before getting-up time.
I made some toast and scoffed it
whilst Fudge sat with me on the sofa. As we scoffed I did another instalment of
my Coursera course – short term memory of plants this time. I could have done
more, but I heard movement upstairs (not just dogs falling off beds) so
instead I did my usual trawl of the Internet. I saw that Stevie had been taken
ill overnight and was broadcasting to Facebook from the local hospital. About
the only thing I miss from that place is not being able to easily visit friends
when they are poorly.
I did get cross with a certain
family member who was spreading lies and misinformation about Brexit on
Facebook. He wants out of the EU. That’s his opinion. However to support this
position he is filling his Facebook page with stuff that he all but admits is
lies; saying that he just wants people to talk about it. But what is there to
talk about when any given item of (so-called) discussion is either
factually wrong or is a thinly-veiled racist attack?
The dogs were keen to go for a
walk this morning. I wasn’t. I’ve come to dread taking them out; it can be hard
work. But despite Pogo tiddling on Fudge’s head, today’s walk went rather well.
Pogo played nicely with other dogs and didn’t try to fight with anyone (on
or off a lead). We met OrangeHead and her Chunky Little Friend and even
that passed off without incident.
I got the eyelash-flutters from
the Jehovah’s Witnesses again, but (to be honest) the appeal of that was
as nothing to that of the bouncing chest of the lycra-clad joggers. I *think*
the Rovers Witnesses have got to up their game a little to compete with that.
Once home I gave the pond fish
some cornflakes. They seem to like cornflakes. I then tried to set the
dishwasher going, but I found a vital component had fallen off. I fixed it and
set it loose on the crockery, then created some more geo-checkers as one does (only
five more to go) and learned some more about memory in plants (Coursera
is great!).
I then set off in the general
direction of work. I don’t like leaving the dogs, but all three were fast
asleep.
As I drove
there was an interesting article on the radio about the life and times of Queen
Victoria as it appeared to her youngest daughter Princess Beatrice. It was
fascinating... and then the person presenting this announced that she'd used
this perspective as the basis of a ballet production.
Seriously?
The life and
times of Queen Victoria in ballet?
I took a
rather circuitous route to work this morning. About mid-way between home and
work is Findings Wood. There are two geocaches in there that hadn't been found
for over a year. Could I go for a double resuscitation? I went for it... The
first one was a straightforward find. The second one not so. The hint said
"under flint"; I arrived to find lumps of flint as far as the eye
could see. But I had an idea of what to look for... I wasted twenty minutes
rummaging about then found the cache in exactly the sort of place I thought I
should have looked for in the first place.
As I hunted
for Tupperware I was rather aware of something or someone nearby. I couldn't
see anyone, but something big was moving about. Not in a frightening way, but
certainly not in a stealthy way. Was it deer, perhaps?
Pausing only briefly to get
petrol I drove in to work and had a rather good bit of dinner in the works
canteen. Spicy chicken and chips; syrup sponge pudding with custard. Very
tasty. Suitably replete I got on with a rather busy late shift. Mind you I was
working with a weather eye on the travel news. There were several reports of
the motorway home being impassable. For all that I am far happier working where
I am now compared to where I used to be, there is no denying that the journey
to and from work can be somewhat fraught at times.
The journey home wasn’t bad; but
finding somewhere to park took some doing.
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