I went to the loo in the small hours, and when I
came out I tripped over Fudge. I know the way from bed to the loo and
don't bear need the light on to walk it... but I rather assume that the dogs
will be asleep. Fudge wasn't, and I didn’t see him. I fussed him a bit and he
followed me to the stairs. He wanted to go up, and he knows that I will carry
him up.
So I did.
I then spent a few minutes rearranging "er
indoors TM"
and the hounds so that I could have
some space on the bed, and slept reasonably well for what remained of the
night..
Finding there wasn't much milk I made some toast
and scoffed it whilst watching an episode of "Good
Girls". It's a good show, but today's was spoiled
for me somewhat. A character was shot and was bleeding. Supposedly. Have you
ever seen blood? Perhaps I see a *lot* more of it than most people, but it isn't bright red. It is a very
dark colour. More dark purple or almost black. It certainly isn't cherry red.
The chap with a bright red stain on his white shirt looked far more to be the
victim of a leaking pen than he did to be the victim of a gunshot wound.
As I left the house I saw a new geocache had gone
live not far from work. I say *not far* - it was on the other side of Maidstone from work. Had I left home
when I got up I might have chased the First to Find, but the roads would be
quite busy enough without trying to drive through central Maidstone at rush
hour. Hopefully I'll have the chance of another this month.
As I drove to work the pundits on the radio were
interviewing the presenter of "Women's Hour". Apparently the BBC have released figures about how much their
TV and radio presenters earn. Jane Garvey (the
presenter of "Women's Hour") has been pushing
for transparency in how much radio presenters earn. She was happy to say that
she gets one hundred and twenty-one thousand pounds a year for presenting
"Women's Hour" five
times every fortnight. And when I say "Women's
Hour" you need to bear in mind that fifteen
minutes of each show is a radio drama. So she's presenting for forty-five
minutes five times a fortnight. Not a bad little earner. I would do that for a
quarter of her wages. Perhaps the BBC might consider saving money by employing
me.
I got to work and had a rather hellish day. During
breaks I finished my latest e-book. “Why Mummy Drinks” is one of
the better books that I have read recently. I didn’t download the sequel – I
shall save that. instead I downloaded another sci-fi book which (so far) seems OK.
With work done I came home, and "er indoors
TM"
and I took the dogs round the park. As we walked we met an old friend who was
supervising the cubs doing their sponsored walk round the park. I’m feeling far
too old to consider being a scout leader again; Di is over twenty years older
than me and is still going strong.
"er
indoors TM"
boiled up a rather good bit of scran. We devoured it whilst watching the second
“Bridget Jones” film. I
rather lost interest after a few minutes…
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