I
slept well. I went to the loo at three o’clock and when I headed back to bed so
Fudge came out of his basket and stood at the bottom of the stairs. He looked
at me as he does when he wants to be carried up to sleep on the bed. I went to
pick him up and he ran back to his basket and settled himself.
When
I got to the top of the stairs I turned round and saw him standing at the
bottom of the stairs looking rather plaintive. So I went to fetch him, and he
ran back to his basket.
We
carried on like this for ten minutes before I gave up and went back to bed.
Over
brekkie I had a one-eyed look at the Internet. Yesterday I’d posted a photo on
Facebook saying why I was feeling sorry for myself. I was rather flattered to
see it had attracted quite a bit of “likes” and comments.
Someone
with whom I used to work was bemoaning how fat she thought she was. Perhaps she
*does* think she’s
fat, but she isn’t. As a life-long porker I get rather wound up by people who
are (at best) a few pounds overweight who grumble about how
obese they are. Unless I am on a diet which leaves me constantly hungry, I am
always a few stones overweight.
I
took the dogs for a walk. Eyesight which was decidedly iffy indoors was much
better outside. As we walked I had the Munzee app open on my phone (I
could see it with one eye closed). On Sunday "er indoors
TM" had put some Munzees
along our usual dog walk. At the time I got “First to Munz” on one and had left the
rest for others. Seeing how a couple of days had passed and no one else had been
near, I claimed “First to Munz” on a few
more.
As
we walked we had an “episode”. We met
another dog walker in the Chinese garden who went hysterical because my dogs
wanted to play. She couldn’t understand why my dogs couldn’t completely ignore
her dog like people ignore each other… doesn’t that totally sum up all that is
wrong in our world?
Having
settled the dogs I walked up to the town. Bearing in mind my iffy vision I’d
made an appointment at the optician. I’d picked up new glasses a couple of weeks
ago and (to be honest) hadn’t been happy with them. At the time I’d been
told that my prescription had changed quite a lot and I’d thought that it was
the strain of new glasses that was making me unhappy with the things.
The
moment I sat down, the optician commented that my glasses weren’t sitting
right. She took them and mauled them about so that they fitted my head better.
Thinking back, when I picked them up I’d just put them on, said they seemed OK,
and off I went.
The
trouble is that my ears aren’t level. One is a good half an inch higher than
the other. Consequently my glasses weren’t sitting right; one eye had been
looking through the distance vision bit and the other had been looking through
the varifocal bit. And so all had gone to cock. Hopefully after a day or so
things should go back to how they once were.
I
came home via a couple more of "er indoors TM"’s Munzees. The GPS was somewhat
out on them. Massively out, but that’s the Munzee app for you. The GPS has
never been good.
Just
as I got home my phone rang. It was the hospital trying to arrange a date for
my nasal surgery (yes – that operation I had four weeks
ago). This is the second call I’ve had since the operation trying to
arrange it.
I
explained that I’d had the surgery and tried to suggest to the woman on the
phone that there was something wrong with their system which allows this to
happen. To say that she was utterly disinterested would be an understatement.
She didn’t actually say the words “I couldn’t give a shit” but that
was certainly her sentiment. So I put in a formal complaint. As I said in my
email “The ENT people are doing an excellent job but are
being sadly let down by the team which arranges their schedule”.
I
scoffed a sandwich, then got on with the ironing. As I ironing I watched a
film. Because I’d watched “Pride and Prejudice”, Netflix
had suggested that I might like the film “Lady Chatterley’s Lover”. I thought it
was going to be a period costume drama.
It
wasn’t.
It
was a tad saucy.
So
I watched more “Daybreak” instead.
"er indoors TM" is boiling up dinner… the bottle
of plonk has been uncorked… it’s the “Bake-Off” final soon… I hope I will
be able to see it…
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