I woke in the night to find
myself rather tangled in my CPAP’s hose. I was rather amazed at just what a
knot I’d tied the thing into. Mind you I soon dozed off again, and slept right
through until my alarm went off. That rarely happens.
Over a bowl of granola I watched
an episode of “Bonding”. My Netflix app says that was that last one, but it didn’t seem like
an end-of-season. Have I caught up with Netflix only releasing one episode per
week perhaps?
I then have my morning trawl of
the Internet. It was much the same as I’d left it last night. Mind you I did
have a friend request on Facebook from “Toby
Norris”. Do any of my loyal readers know who he is? His
photo doesn’t look familiar. I don’t think I’ll add him to the elite group of
people who actually want to know me on social media just yet.
I had a look at my emails. With
less than a day and a half having passed since the virtual awards were
announced on Tuesday, another twenty-seven new virtual geocaches had been
published. Bearing in mind people have got a year to sort them out, some people
don’t hang about. Having said that, mine is all but ready to go. But I think I
shall wait until I’m back from holiday.
And I saw that my rantings of
last Wednesday had attracted the attention of a handbag salesman from Zurich
who posted a comment in a rather shallow attempt to get me to advertise his
wares. I decided not to do so.
As I drove to
work the pundits on the radio were broadcasting live from the D-Day remembrance
events at Gold Beach in Normandy as well as from the London studio. Veterans
from the day, currently serving soldiers, and various world leaders were giving
speeches. It was quite good to be able to feel a part of what was going on as I
drove up the motorway. Just as one of the old soldiers was giving a speech I
noticed a load of poppies growing on the side of the motorway.
Mind you the broadcast was
marred by one or other of the presenters who would occasionally talk over one
of the speeches because their microphones hadn't been disabled. You can
understand it happening once.. but several times? I personally would have
expected better from the BBC
Work was work; I did my bit and
came home. "er indoors TM" went out with her mates and I was
left “home alone”. I foraged for my dinner (at the KFC) then
scoffed diner whilst watching the second episode of “Gentleman Jack”
before having a little fight with my phone...
My phone has gone west.
The GMX (email) app has packed up, as has
Google Play. Oh well… they might miraculously come back to life. Or they might
not. If they don’t I shall have to get a new phone. I’ll do that after next
week’s holiday.
At the moment I am thinking
Samsung Galaxy S10 from Vodafone because I like Samsung and Vodafone are doing
it for fifteen quid cheaper than my current mobile provider. I’ll see it I can
get a price match deal… after I’ve had a holiday.
I think its fair to say that
pretty much everything is going on hold for a week or so…
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