My lap-top took an absolute age to start up this
morning. Being a Wednesday it had its usual little fanny-around to waste loads
of time updating itself to end up seeming exactly the same as it was before.
Eventually I got the thing working and saw that
Facebook was heaving with comments about the motorway being closed and heavy
traffic on the A-roads. Google maps showed no problems at all. What was going
on there?
I didn't want to get off the sofa this morning -
Fudge was in a cuddly mood. That happens less and less these days. But I
had to go to the hospital for a check-up as a prelude to getting my nose
surgically re-bored.
As I got into my car I realised something was wrong
- the car's fan would only work when on full power. I really should get that
fixed soon.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were
talking to the ex-Prime Minister Sir John Major who was being rather scathing
about Boris Johnson. As this leadership race (for the
leadership of the Conservative party) progresses it
seems that there are no end of sensible reasons for voting for Jeremy Hunt
(even though he wouldn't be my choice), and no end of sensible reasons for *not* voting for Boris Johnson. But it still seems to be a foregone
conclusion that Boris Johnson is going to win.
As I drove I found that the roads weren't that busy
at all. So much for the dire warnings all over Facebook.
I got to the hospital; I waited for my turn. After
an age I was led into an office where they checked over my details. I pointed
out (for the third time this year) that they had my phone number wrong, and then I went and waited some
more. Eventually I was weighed and had my blood pressure taken. Apparently
neither had changed since the last time they were measured. The nice
nurse then spent ten minutes doing an ECG whilst telling me what a horrible
place to work that hospital had become (!), and then I was sent on my way.
What a waste of time. Surely they could have done
all that at my previous appointment?
If I'd had time I would have gone home and spent an
hour walking the dogs round the park. But I didn't have that much time, so (bearing in mind what I'd heard about the motorway earlier) I took the A20 to Maidstone. I stopped off on the way for
geo-purposes. One cache was found rather easily; the other not so. I had to
scramble into a *very* overgrown thicket to find a tumbledown shack. It was quite the
adventure; no one would know this shack was there. The cache... wasn't quite as
described, but I found it anyway.
I then went on to work and did my bit…
…And now I shall take a little digression... In the
past I was a cub scout leader (for thirteen years). I was reminded of one of the hundreds of children who I looked after
today. This particular lad was a happy chubby fellow. On one hot day at cub
camp he refused to drink squash as he "only
drinks fizzy drinks" (we soon changed that). He was particularly kind to a lad with a paralysed leg. He was very
keen with his camera. I took him with us on our trip to Canada and America in
2004.
"er
indoors TM"
came home to walk the dogs at lunch
time today. She parked the car on the double yellow lines down the road from
our house for thirty seconds while she collected the hounds. She came back to
her car where she saw that ex cub-scout. He has grown up to be a traffic
warden, and he'd given her a parking ticket.
No good deed goes unpunished...
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