I woke feeling like death warmed up. Perhaps with the
headache and sore throat and general aching I should have gone back to sleep
and phoned in sick later in the day, but I put it down to the aftermath of the
night shift and got on with life.
I made some toast and scoffed it as I sorted undercrckers
whilst watching an episode of “Schitt’s Creek”. Sorting undercrackers is
one of those jobs for which you have to pick your moments; ideally a moment
when Treacle is somewhere else. She sees running off with undercrackers as
being great sport. Fudge sat with me blissfully indifferent to my scrubbed
shreddies. He was rather hopeful about the chances of a toast crust though.
With telly watched and undercrackers sorted I peered into
the Internet. A friend had posted onto Facebook that applications are open for
contestants for the fourth season of “Hunted”. I’ve often fancied being
on that show, but I’d need up to a month off work to take part and I couldn’t
do it with a cold,
I had an email from LinkedIn. They thanked me for being an
active member (which I am not) and suggested I connected with someone of
whom I have never heard who is a “Coastal Process Technician at Canterbury
City Council”. Having no idea what a “coastal process technician” does,
I looked up the job description, but was still none the wiser. You can read it here. I wonder if any of my
loyal readers might be able to translate it into English? Mind you I couldn’t
help but wonder what Canterbury city council is doing with a coastal technician
– have you looked at the map of Canterbury?
I spent a few minutes scraping the ice
from my car this morning. As I scraped there was a stream of normal people
walking past. At first sight they appeared to be talking to the voices in their
heads, but on closer inspection all had hands-free thingies for use with their
phones. They all looked weird though... As does anyone talking to the voices in
their heads.
As I drove up the motorway the pundits
on the radio were talking about how President Trump got off on his impeachment
trial. From what was being reported it would seem that he was acquitted because
of party politics, not because of any evidence about what he might or might not
have done.
There was also talk about Stanley
Johnson. Famous for being the father of the Prime Minister he's in trouble
because he's been involved in some top-secret government negotiation with the
Chinese authorities, and he's mistakenly emailed all the details to the
BBC.
Personally I can't help but wonder if
he's more famous for the ongoing speculation about just how matey he is with
Georgia Toffolo, but then that's the kind of guy I am.
I drove up to Sainsbury's in Aylesford
where I got petrol, and also a sandwich for lunch (we were running short of
bread at home and I didn't date use the last of it), and then I went in to
work. I arrived a lot earlier than usual. With a new car park being built, car
parking spaces are at a premium. Not fancying spending ages queuing for the
park and ride I thought I'd beat the rush.
I did.
I then went for a little wander and
found one or two places where I stuck some Munzees, then with a few minutes
spare I went in to the works canteen where I had a rather disappointing
breakfast. It looked good, but wasn't as hot as it might have been, and it did
give me something of a belly ache which lasted rather longer than I hoped it
would. Not that I would have hoped it to have lasted for very long anyway.
With work worked I came home. "er indoors TM"
and I walked (hobbled) the dogs round the park. "er indoors TM"
deployed hers (!), and pausing only briefly to loose Fudge in the dark
we made our way home.
Once home our phones pinged. Our Munzee clan had reached
the first level in this month’s challenge.
Go us!!
Having reached the first level we were rewarded with
crossbows and maces and sapphires and stuff. Not bad for sticking a few barcodes
onto lamp posts. It almost took my mind off my ongoing headache, sore throat,
general aching and poggered heel…
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