I woke feeling a tad grim. I had a shave as another negative COVID test incubated, then stood on the scales. Over the last week I’ve shifted four pounds in weight. That’s a result. But with no more Slimfast shakes just yet I made toast and had a look at the Internet.
Facebook presented me with two adverts today that made me roll my eyes. One was for a clinic in Madrid which specialises in making “lady bits” for/in/on (delete as appropriate) men who are wanting gender reassignment surgery. I can’t help but wonder how much these people spent on advertising their clinic, but it is clearly money down the drain as I don’t live anywhere near Madrid, and have quite enough worries with my own “tackle”, let alone having lady’s bits as well (or instead of – I’m a bit vague as to the specifics).
And the other advert… it was for a porno website. It had the “sponsored” thingy on which showed they had paid Facebook good money to run their advert. So much for their community standards.
I saw a new geocache had gone live near Orlestone Woods. Back in the day I would have chased after being First to Find, but I had things to do today. And (in all honesty) all the fun has long since been sucked out from being first anyway.
I took Treacle out for a little walk. She walked well, and shot away from my side twice to chase squirrels. I wish she wouldn’t, but probably nowhere near as much as the squirrels wish she wouldn’t. Other than that, the walk passed off pretty much uneventfully. Mind you we did see one particularly “council” mother and four brats marching up Christchurch Road, all munching pies out of paper bags bearing the “Greggs” logo. I wondered what was going on there… the nearest Greggs is in the pedestrian area in the town centre, and they were walking in completely the wrong direction to have come from there.
We took a little detour on the way home to collect my car, and drove it home where I loaded it full of rubbish to take to the tip.
The tip was hard work. It was busier than it has been for a long time, and pretty much everyone had driven there with one small bag of tat and was emptying the tat one item at a time into the skips. And all were seemingly oblivious to the fact that anyone else was at the tip. If they didn’t walk into you, you found yourself falling over the tip operative who was clearly making a point of getting in everyone else’s way.
From there I went to the hospital for a post-op follow up. I got to see the ENT specialist today (and wasn’t fobbed off with his apprentice). He shoved an endoscope up my nose and after a (quite literally) eye-watering few minutes told me all was well, and suggested I come back for a check-up in a year’s time.
I then went to my car…
As I’d driven into the car park the barriers were being guarded by three hired thugs who wanted to know why I was going into the hospital’s car park. I told them because I was going to the hospital (I left off adding “dur!”). As I came out there was a fourth hired thug who insisted on operating the exit barrier for me. I asked him why there were four people guarding the barriers; he (very rudely) said that the barriers were being monitored. I can’t help but wonder what they were being monitored for? Who else but people attending the hospital wants to park in a hospital car park? And the entire thing is ticket controlled. The time anyone enters and leaves the car park is automatically recorded, as is the amount of people using the car park.
And they say the NHS is short of money…
Once home I had a Slimfast meal bar (still got some of those!) then had a pootle in the garden. Regular readers of this drivel may recall that last Thursday I built a garden screen to hide all the garden tat. Regular readers of this drivel may also recall that two days later it collapsed. So I put the ironing on hold, took the screen apart and rebuilt it with a right angle so it would be a tad more self-supporting. However there was a lot of unscrewing involved, and that seemed to take a lot more battery power from the electric screwdriver. But after a couple of hours farting about (interspersed with reading my e-book as the screwdriver charged) I came up with something perhaps a tad more stable than I’d had before.
I spent a few minutes playing “Worms”, then “er indoors TM” boiled up a dirty curry (!) which we washed down with a pint of stout (all told there was change out of eight hundred calories) whist watching “Richard Osman’s House of Games”; a TV show I quite like.
I rather ache now – I think I overdid the carpentry in the garden today…
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