I woke at seven o’clock to the sound of next door revving his motorbike. When I had a motorbike (over the years I’ve had four) I would use the thing as a form of transport; driving all over the place on it. I understand that my biker friends do the same. But him next door seems to enjoy revving the thing to make a noise and make a smell.
Each to their own, I suppose.
A couple of weeks ago I mentioned that the number of people on my Facebook Friends had gone down by one. Someone had de-friended me and consequently became a “Facebook Enemy” (I don’t make the rules!). This morning as I scoffed my toast I found out who it was.
Five years ago I found a dog running loose in the co-op field. He followed us into William Road and started running in the road. I managed to catch the dog with the help of “a passing nice lady (with small children)” and after all the excitement the “a passing nice lady (with small children)” joined the elite group of over six hundred people on my Facebook Friends list. This morning I saw she’d posted on one of the local groups, and that I had the option to add her as a friend. Oh well… her loss… (!)
I also read a lot of whinging about waiting times in A&E departments across the country. Forty years ago in his autobiography Dr Robert Clifford (a west country GP) once wrote that out of every hundred patients he saw, ninety get better and eight died regardless of anything he did. He felt the clever part of his job was spotting the two per cent over which he could have any effect.
Surely now the focus must be on getting the ninety per cent to stop clogging up the system?
I hung out the washing, then had a little look at the pond filter. With the UV bulb unplugged it had all worked fine all week. I changed the plug on the bulb, turned it all on again, and within minutes the power had all tripped out again. That was a pain in the glass.
We then drove off up the motorway and the A249 to see Karl and Tracey. The original plan for the day had been the geo-meet in Sheerness, but as we got closer to Sheerness it was obvious that it was going to be too hot for the dogs there; especially as the meet was a kilometre’s walk from the car park and on a beach. Instead we sat in the garden where one beer led to another and the afternoon just flew past.
A “couple of hours” became somewhat vague and ended up sending out for Chinese and getting home at midnight
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