I slept like a log, finally being woken (rather earlier
than I would have liked) by "er indoors TM"’s
alarm. I got up and had some Tesco muesli for brekkie. It’s a lot more like
sawdust than the Sainsbury version of the stuff, and interestingly the
packaging says it has no added salt. You have to ask why anyone would add salt
to a breakfast cereal.
I sparked up my lap-top and told the world about my tenth (and
final) album choice. “Time” by the Electric Light Orchestra. It’s
that rather rare thing - a concept album. ELO’s second one. It tells the tale
of a chap from the year 1981 who is launched over a hundred years into the
future.
Whilst I was at it I had a look on-line
to see what I’d missed overnight. I hadn’t missed much really.
As I do when on a late shift I took the
dogs out. We didn’t have time to play in the river yesterday evening, so I thought
we might do that this morning. So as we walked I picked up stones and sticks.
Treacle and Pogo saw this and got very over-excited; jumping up trying to get
the sticks. Pogo managed to yank one stick from my hand. As he pulled the stick
so it cut me; there wasn’t *that* much blood really,
We played in the river for a bit. As we
walked on we then met a “rather delightful lady” with two massive
uncontrolled dogs. We were about to go into the Chinese garden when this woman
shouted “my dogs will have your dogs – I’m just saying”. Now there’s no
denying that with my hand still dripping blood I wasn’t in the best frame of
mind. I waved a foot in the air and replied “my boots will break your dogs’
ribs – I’m just saying”. She clearly wasn’t expecting that, announced “oh,
it’s like that is it?”, put her dogs onto leads and dragged them away.
As we headed past the play-park we met
OrangeHead. I told her of what had just happened. She said she’d had similar
incidents recently. She said something I’ve been saying recently; this
lock-down has brought out all the dogs who never normally get walked from one
week to the next.
Mind you I would rather have had my
morning that OrangeHead’s. She said she’d just walked past a family sitting on
a park bench. They had bicycles laying on the ground five yards away and her
dog had just peed in Grandma’s cycling helmet. She chuckled as she told me, and
I laughed too. I suspect that this is really funny for pretty much everyone
except Grandma.
Once home I harvested a bumper crop of
dog turds from the garden, then fed the pond fish. The pond is *really*
clear at the moment; you can see right down to the bottom (over five feet
deep) at the moment. Fudge stopped round the pond trying to get the fish
food before the fish did. As he does.
Bearing in mind I’d used the last of the
milk on my muesli I popped up the road to the shop to get more. The nice lady
on the till was wearing her rubber gloves. With Herculean effort I restrained
myself from asking if she realised the things had (at least) three large
holes in them.
Usually I would go off on a little
geo-adventure before the late shift, but what with the country in lock-down
that wasn’t an option. I spent a rather dull hour writing up CPD, then set off to work.
The roads were quiet as I drove off to
work. Not as quiet as they have been, but quiet enough that I was only stopping
for traffic lights where usually I am stopping and starting all the way to
work.
I got to work; where in the past I would
have to hunt for a car parking space, today I had a choice of where I might
like to park.
I showed my pass to be allowed into
work. Perhaps I'm over-sensitive; I do realise the dangers of the COVID-19
pandemic running riot through wards of critically ill patients, but I can't
help but feel that there is something fundamentally wrong about having security
guards controlling the entrance to a hospital.
I did my bit, and during a lull in
proceedings I tried to log in to this evening's Zoom virtual geo-meet using my
phone. It didn't really work as well as a lap-top, and after a couple of
half-hearted attempts I gave up. Some things just don’t work on the phone…
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