My phone went off at one o’clock
this morning. It was the Environment Agency telling me there was a flood
warning. I really should have a look at whatever it is that prompts these
notifications.
I went back to sleep, and slept
well. Perhaps this was the result of a good helping of my new cocktail. The
Werther’s sweeties had (mostly) dissolved into the vodka by ten o’clock last night so I chucked in
the cream, gave it a mix and had a go… In all honesty it wasn’t that bad
really. As a “proof of concept” I think it was a resounding success, but I must admit that the
Werther’s flavour could be replaced with something better. And "er
indoors TM"
says I put too much cream into it. I
have a plan for a Mk II.
I slept through till after eight
o’clock when I started the dog tiddle routine. With four dogs this is quite the
process. Fudge can be trusted unsupervised, but Sid can’t, and I’m beginning to
have my reservations about Pogo. I’m wondering if having seen Sid have “little potty accidents”, Pogo
thinks he might get away with it too.
Over brekkie I had a look at the
Internet. I think I need to tweak the settings on Facebook. I love Facebook
because I love seeing what people have been getting up to, but this morning I
saw pretty much nothing but the same six adverts posted on a dozen different
selling sites.
I wrote up a little
CPD, then programmed “Hannah” for tomorrow. Again I struggled with GSAK. I think someone at
geocaching dot com has fiddled with the settings. The thing was finding
geocaches ten miles from where I’d centred it, but not the ones at the centre
which was the ones I wanted. I’ve found a work-around… who would have thought
that rummaging in the undergrowth for plastic pots could be so stressful.
We took the
dogs for a walk; we went up to the river to see what all the flood warnings
were about. Admittedly the river was rather full, but I've seen it higher, and
we do live quite some distance from the river as well. I don't think the
Environment Agency needed to phone me quite so early.
As we walked
I found a Munzee - I was First to Munz. The thing had been out for three weeks
and no one else had been near. No one rushes out for new Munzees like they do
geocaches.
We came home,
and I set off for work. The pundits in the radio were staging yet another
post-mortem of the Labour party's recent crashing defeat in the recent General
Election. It would seem that pretty much everyone but the Labour party
themselves is of the opinion that Jeremy Corbyn lost the election
single-handedly, and that the sooner the Labour party realise this, the better
it would be for themselves.
To be honest
I soon got fed up with them re-hashing the same old arguments, and I turned
over to listen to my rather odd choice of music.
I eventually
got to work; the A21 was gridlocked so I diverted cross-country.
It wasn't my
original plan to work this afternoon. I had all sorts of better things to do
today. But a colleague had gone off sick at short notice, and with very few
people not already working this weekend who weren't hundreds of miles away on
holiday I thought I could step into the breach. If nothing else it should stand
me in good stead for not having to work any other shifts at short notice over
the Christmas period.
Work was
rather busy - and I even found a new case of hereditary elliptocytosis. Go me!!
I came home
via Steve and Sarah's. The original plan was for me to have spent the evening
there, but that was not to be.
"er indoors TM" needed picking up as the "er indoors
TM"-mobile's
clutch had possibly gone west. It was good to catch up with friends. What with
one thing and another I’ve not been in touch as much as I have been. Must
remedy that in the New Year…
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