I woke feeling full of energy and raring
to go only to find it was half past midnight. I then saw every hour of the
night. I did manage to doze off at one point only to find myself embroiled in a
nightmare in which I’d somehow taken my car to Turkey and had absolutely no
idea how to get it home again. The obvious way would have been the same way
that I had got it there, but that never occurred to me at the time.
Over a bowl of granola I watched the
last episode of “Pure”. I wonder what I shall watch in the mornings
next?
I tuned in to the Internet and sent out
some birthday wishes, and saw that an old friend had been in the area (ish)
overnight. Had I known we might have met up. Or we might not… We were best
buddies forty years ago but over the years we have gone our own ways. I googled
his job recently – I estimate he earns about ten times what I do. It is
commonly said that money doesn’t buy you happiness, but he seems to be smiling
in most of the photos in which I see him. Don’t get me wrong – I’m pleased for
him, but sometimes I wonder what might have happened if I’d made different life
choices back in the day.
As I drove to work the pundits on the
radio were spouting their usual drivel. All talk of coronageddon is now but a
distant memory as the Great God "Economy" once again takes
centre stage. Apparently the economy didn't much like coronageddon. I think it
is fair to say that no one was particularly keen on it, but the economy is
clearly the one whose opinion counts. Various people were wheeled on to speak
about it including the Shadow Chancellor of the Exchequer Anneliese Dodds and
employment agency supremo James Reed. It is a shame that (having taken the
trouble to seek the opinion of these experts) those conducting the
interviews didn't let them offer that opinion. So often the pundits on the
radio bring on a guest speaker, then talk over everything that speaker has to
say.
I got to work, deployed a virtual
crossbow onto the motorway (it's a Munzee thing) and got on with the
early shift. It was surprisingly busy. Annoyingly busy. So much so that I
couldn’t engage as much as I wanted in what has become my favourite
work-related pastime.
In order to allow social distancing, the
hospital has erected marquees and gazebos in the grounds where staff can go at
break times. The one outside the blood bank window seems to me to be “the
naughty step”. It only ever has one occupant at a time. The first one today
was sitting on the grass inside the gazebo eating a hard-boiled egg and looking
very miserable about it. She then went somewhere else and was replaced with
someone who lay down and went to sleep, but slept so still I found myself
wondering if she was dead. Either she woke up and went, or someone removed the
body as I was too busy to see her go.
An early start made for an early finish.
I did have a vague plan to take the dogs to the woods but "er indoors TM"
was busy working, and by the time I’d had a quick cuppa the dogs were all fast
asleep. So I did a little more pootling on the geo-map plotting and planning
for my next geo-project, then spent a couple of hours re-writing an old Wherigo
project to use again.
We tuned in to the on-line geo-meet and
spent an hour chatting with friends.
"er indoors TM" boiled up pie
and chips and I set the washing machine loose on some shirts. And with pie and
chips scoffed I then had a little fight with the washing machine as I tried and
failed to persuade it to open its door. To be fair to the washing machine it
was the sensible one – it won’t open he door until all the water is out, and
the water couldn’t go out until the drain was unblocked. It has happened
before, and this time I managed to unblock the drain without flooding the kitchen.
I bet my rich mate don’t fanny about
unblocking his washing machine, and I bet he has staff to iron his shirts… in
another plane of existence there is another version of me that has staff who
would do all ths laundry-related fannying around.
I wonder what that version of me does
with all the spare time that would generate…
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