Having
been wide awake for the best part of an hour I got up just after three o’clock
and watched a rather disappointing episode of “Nightflyers”. The plot
items in this episode had been done better years ago in “Doctor Who”, “Space
1999” and the Roger Mellie “Tomorrow’s World” episode in Viz
magazine.
As
I watched telly I charged my phone. I went back to bed with a fully charged
phone, lay awake and restless for a few hours and found half the charge had
gone, and had a message that the “McAfee Livesafe” app had been making
excessive demands again.
I’ve
uninstalled that app. No matter what it does, if it is so battery-intensive
that I need to charge every few hours, it make the phone unusable.
I
gave up trying to sleep and got up just before eight o’clock. I looked up
prednisone on the Internet. I’ve been taking it as a run-up to next Tuesday’s
operation. The idea I it will shrink the nasal polyps to make their removal
easier. One of the known side-effects is that it stuffs up
your sleep. It also gives digestive troubles (which is why I’m farting like
a fruit-bat) and gives weight loss – my face is suddenly incredibly bony.
I spent a couple of hours working on my Crystal
Maze Wherigo. I got to the point where I thought I’ve built the first game (of sixteen) which I thought
worked *if* you do it
right – It failed utterly in testing,
Pausing only briefly to snap my bootlace we then
set off in the car. As we drove the Saturday morning local radio announcer was
gasping for air. No longer hesitating over every word (clearly reading from a script) she was now puffing into the microphone. Does her script not have
punctuation?
We drove out to Boys Hall. We’ve been there a few
times recently trying to find the geocaches which were hidden there. We’ve
finally now found the lot, but they took some finding.
We came home and I ordered new bootlaces from
Amazon. Part of me wanted to support a local business and help the little man.
Another part of me didn’t want to spend an hour buying a pair of bootlaces.
After a cuppa and a Belgian bun we wandered round
the road to a little afternoon soiree. A fiftieth birthday party. We had a
rather good time; far too much to eat and drink. Once I’d had an elegant sufficiency
of ale I had a glass of whisky which wasn’t actually that bad at all. This was
washed down by a (seemingly) gallon of gin. And then we started on the port and cheese.
I
took a few photos as I do.
We came home with heads spinning… we’d had a good
time but we’d had to make a choice. As well as the birthday party we’d had an
invitation to a gig at which the band of some friends was playing. We’d missed
a wedding. And we’d missed a family bash as well.
If only we could have got to everything…
My head really is spinning.
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