Yesterday just before I left home I read something
an ex-colleague had posted on Facebook. I spent much of the night in something
of a reflective mood.
This person was someone I employed as a trainee
blood-ologist some twenty years ago. She stayed in the job for a while, but I
rather lost track of what she was doing after I left working with her. She
periodically posts on Facebook. I knew she'd moved into a
beautiful converted oast house near Rolvenden a while back. She's now
announced she has bought a farmhouse in the Dordogne (in France!), renovated
it, and is now hiring it out as a holiday location. It looks wonderful.
Meanwhile I carry on testing blood and can
only dream about the lifestyle she is living.
I wonder where I went wrong. If indeed I did. Mind
you I'm not grumbling. I'm quite content with my lot in life... I just
want more. I don't *need* more. I just *want* it.
I also saw quite a few friends were at Brighton
Kite Festival this weekend. That kite festival was a large part of my life for
many years. I *could* have gone this year… but not in a tent. Tents are hard work, and a
caravan isn’t very practical.
As I left work I realised I hadn’t brought anything
to scoff on the way home (I get hungry) so I had a look at the snack bars in the works branch of “Costa”. I think I actually swore out
loud when I saw their prices, and bought far more far cheaper from the works
M&S.
I could have gone home via Linton and chased the Fist
to Find on a new geocache there, but I decided against doing so.
As I drove home the pundits on the radio were
talking about the ongoing election for the next leader of the Conservative
party (and by extension, the next Prime Minister). Apparently a lot of those eligible to vote have been sent more than one ballot
paper. Officials in the Conservative party are trying to
make light of the matter. But (can you believe it) this election has no official oversight. The Electoral Commission
have no jurisdiction over it.
Democracy, eh?
"er
indoors TM"
and I took the dogs up to Tunstall where we met Karl and Charlotte. We went for
a little geocache-led walk. It was a good walk. The dogs were able to be off
the leads for nearly the entire route.
Mind you
we did have a little altercation with some silly woman. Pogo had a woof at her
dog, and she went nearly hysterical; ranting about responsible dog owners
should have their dogs on leads. That is certainly one theory. Another theory
might be not to try to hide your dog from all other dogs and let them meet and
play. Perhaps if more people had the faintest inkling of what goes through a
dog’s head, there might be a few less squabbles. After all, after the initial
woof, it isn’t (usually) the dogs who are squabbling.
We had a rather good walk; I got to climb a tree.
Our sat-navs did think that some of the given co-ordinates were a tad awry, but
we found them all.
And with the walk done we adjourned back to Karl
and Tracey’s. Tracey was a little under the weather, so we went round for an
afternoon in the garden. It was an ideal afternoon to sit in the garden. Beer,
burgers, watching the antics of the dogs…
I
took a few photos today. Today was a rather good day. I intend to
sleep well tonight.
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