Last night was odd; I couldn’t
get to sleep. I usually have no trouble at all getting to sleep. Staying asleep
can be an issue, but I usually am out like a like the moment my head hits the
pillow. Last night I gave up trying to get to sleep after an hour and came
downstairs to see if watching a little telly might help me nod off. However the
dogs thought that my being up meant it was playtime, and minor havoc ensued.
I went back to ben half an hour
later when I did nod off, and was woken by the alarm four hours later when I
felt like death warmed up.
I watched another episode of “Schitts Creek” then had a quick
rummage round the Internet to see what had happened in the few short hours
since I last had a look. Absolutely nothing had happened; everyone else had
been fast asleep.
As the dogs snored so I quietly
got dressed and set off to find where I’d left the car.
I found my
car eventually despite the street lighting. This LED street lighting that the
council have installed doesn't live up to what was promised, and it isn't fit
for purpose in that it doesn't actually light the streets in any way.
As I drove to
work the pundits on the radio were talking about
schadenfreude - laughing at the misfortunes of others. Some
brain scientists wired up loads of volunteers and found out that there is
something deep-seated in the human brain which makes us all happier when we see
others doing worse than we are. This is
(so it was claimed) why sport is so popular; for all that fans of any given sporting team
like seeing their team do well, they actually get more enjoyment out of
watching opposing teams lose. It was claimed that most people didn't actually
realise this, but it was nonetheless true.
I wonder if
the fact that I don't really like watching sports means I'm a better person?
Somehow I doubt it.
There was
also talk of how more and more dairy farmers aren't selling the milk they
produce, but are using it to make skry which is some sort of Icelandic cheese which is
often mistaken for a yogurt. And in saying that I summed up in one sentence
that which Radio Four took half an hour to explain. Mind you they did make the
life of a skyr farmer seem much more interesting that my life.
I got to
Pembury in a fraction of the time it look during last week (even allowing for one diversion for a Munzee crossbow -
Munzees have weapons, you know); it is amazing how
few people travel about at half past six.
I parked just as it was getting
light; I had a rather busy shift. I've often mentioned that I don't mind
working at the weekends; I didn't mind working at all today; it was raining
outside.
I did my bit on a rather busy
day and got rather damp walking to my car. Once home I did some CPD (which can be
rather dull) whilst "er indoors TM" boiled up some
scran.
I might try for another early night tonight…
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