I think I had another of my worst night's
sleep ever last night. I woke up at two o'clock and couldn't get back to sleep.
After half an hour I got up and emptied the dishwasher, and as I had a quick
tiddle I heard the most amazing noises. Fudge's coughing has to be heard to be
believed; he really does cough like a duck quacks.
I let him out for a tiddle, then spent ten minutes
trying to round him up again. One of his favourite activities is playing silly
beggars in the dark.
I went back to bed and lay wide awake until half
past four. I got up then, and over brekkie took the last of these steroid
tablets. I *really* don't like them; it is those that stuff up my ability to
sleep.
As I scoffed brekkie I watched an episode of "Inside No.9" which
featured crossword puzzles. Prophetic?
With my car being problematical I didn't fancy
breaking down again, so I left home at twenty to six and walked to the train
station. It was still very dark as I walked up the road, and the darkness was
in no way abated by the pathetic street lighting. Ashford council has spent a
small fortune replacing all the street lights with these LED things that don't
actually illuminate the pavements. There was talk of them being installed back
in the day when I was on the committee of the astro club, and what has been
delivered is *not* what was promised. I have sent letters of complaint here and there in
the past. Now winter is coming I might do so again.
I got to the train station; the ticket price bore
no relation to the on-line information I’d looked up yesterday.
I got the six o'clock train. I had the carriage to
myself, and as I headed westwards I did the crossword in the free
newspaper. I just did the one with the straightforward clues: "Frozen water I-E; we like big ones T-TS". None of this cryptic rubbish such as "underwater steamer goes backwards to Newcastle we hear
2,4,3" which turns out to be "up your bum" for no reason
that anyone can fathom (least of all the person
who wrote it).
I changed train at Maidstone East. Having had a
carriage to myself I found myself sharing a carriage with loads of the normal
people. One of them had spread his office paperwork all over the table between
us. It all looked rather interesting; especially the letters marked "confidential". He gave me
the evil eyes when he realised that I was more interested in them than he was.
I got to Barming; I walked up a very noisy road to
work. I could have walked faster had some idiot not been bimbling along at a
snail's pace. Why do these incredibly slow people have to take up the entire
pavement?
I arrived at work an hour and a half after I'd left
home. Not bad time I suppose. I would prefer to have driven, but it wasn't a
bad journey up. On arrival I went straight to the works canteen; I felt I
deserved a cooked brekkie. I had one and was disappointed. The works canteen
dinners are usually very good. Their brekkie wasn’t all that this morning.
By the time I started the early shift at quarter to
eight I felt like the day was already half-done.
Work was rather busy; but I'd buttered up the
bosses and they'd allowed me to slip out a few minutes early. With the train
home leaving five minutes before the end of my shift, getting it was going to
be tricky.
I got to the station to find that the on-line
information was again wrong, but I didn’t have to wait too long for a train. As
I came home I did the crossword in the free evening paper; I nearly got it all
done.
Once home I walked the dogs round the co-op field.
We didn’t meet anyone else, we didn’t run into any other dogs. We had a good
walk.
"er
indoors TM"
came home and boiled up a rather good bit of dinner before going bowling. I
spent a little more time on my new Wherigo project. After Saturday’s disaster I
*think* I’ve got the first game working. That’s only taken about six
hours programming.
I’m a
bit nervous about tomorrow… I’m finally having my nose re-bored (again).
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