I
slept well. Partly because a five-day week had worn me out, and partly because
the dogs slept well.
I
got up and tripped over Fudge who had made a nest out of an old duvet and had
set himself up at the bottom of the attic stairs. I twisted my (already
dodgy) back; he carried on snoring.
I
made some toast; I had a look at Facebook. Unlike yesterday there wasn’t quite
so much political stuff. There were a few knob jokes, and one or two posts from
the works award ceremonies that took place last night. Every year NHS Trusts
around the country have award ceremonies in which they celebrate the best
people and teams, those who’ve gone the extra mile, those who’ve shown the most
outstanding devotion to duty.
Personally
I feel that this is an incredibly bad thing. Where I used to work had these
awards and someone with whom I worked every day got an award for doing exactly
the same thing that all of us did every day. But she was rewarded and we
weren’t. By singling out one for praise, automatically all the others are
sidelined. I thought about commenting on today’s posts with a little rant, but
I’ve done so in the past to no avail.
I
also had an email from the Geocaching Association of Great Britain. I was
nominated for their committee a few weeks ago. I asked around to find out what they
actually did and was totally unable to get an answer. This morning I was asked
to vote in their committee elections. There were twelve candidates and I could
vote for up to eight of them. I voted for one for the simple reason that I knew
the chap.
I
have no idea what is expected of him or what he might do… but that is democracy
for you.
I
activated my new credit card (that took some doing!) and started
getting ready for the off. It wasn’t long before we met up with Karl, Tracey
and Charlotte in Challlock, We had a little walk following the series of
geocaches I set out (in a Wherigo) a couple of
months ago. Despite the rather wet terrain we had a good walk. Admittedly Fudge
did disappear for a little while, and pulling two-thirds of a dead mouse out of
Pogo’s gullet wasn’t nice, but we rose above such inconvenience.
And
with walk walked we went back to the Red Lion at Badlesmere for lunch. "er
indoors TM"
had missed out last week. Lunch there was rather good.
And I took a few photos too.
We
came home, settled the dogs, and popped out to visit "Daddy’s Little Angel TM".
We took her a McMilkShake, and after a little while came home.
"er indoors TM" boiled up omelettes; after a
rather good dinner earlier neither of us were that hungry. We scoffed whilst
watching an episode of “Junior Bake-Off”. I do like that show. So many
talented children…
The
backache I got when I fell over last week is still giving me gyp…
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