The
day started with absolute mayhem. Being on a late start and no need to be up at
silly o’clock I came down to find the babies flying round the house being
chased by Treacle who was partly enjoying a game of chase and partly trying to take
the toys from the puppies. They had her favourite toy; her favourite toy being
whichever one that another dog has got.
As
I scoffed my toast I saw I had an email. On 18 June 2018 I used my “Mammals”
app to photograph a mouse. The “Mammals” app was something I heard
about on the radio years ago. The UK Mammal Society openly admitted that they
didn’t really know which mammals lived where, so they were asking the public to
download the app and photograph various mammals. These would be uploaded to the
UK Mammal Society who would use the photo’s GPS tagging to figure out what
mammals lived where in the UK. On June 18 2018 I photographed one or two
mammals for them, including (as well as that mouse) some deer. I
eventually got a very rude message from them saying that there were no deer in
the area that I’d seen them in and that they were deleting that record. To my
mind that rather defeated the entire object of the exercise, but what do I know?
But
this morning (four years later) they told me I’d correctly identified a
mouse.
I’ve
given up with that app…
I
got the dogs organised; Bailey is getting much better in having her collar put
on (I no longer have to chase her round the house to catch her). We
drove down to Orlestone and wandered round the woods. The walk went well; we
met a couple of dogs that we know, and the puppies ran to make nuisances of
themselves with a dog we didn’t know but came back when I whistled.
We
came home and I messaged here and there to get out of Friday’s night shift, and
I had a little look at my accounts. Not too bad I suppose…
I
phoned the hospital to see how Dad was doing. The doctor told me he was
comfortable, all the tubes had been taken out and he had been started on morphine
as part of the “end of life” protocol.
With
the dogs settled I set off to work... slowly. Having had a look at the accounts
I decided I had enough money to squander on the ongoing pond refurbishment
project so I went to Sheerness (Whelans) where I bought a little bridge
ornament thingy. And minutes after I bought it so the heavens opened.
I
went to work. Just as the day staff were about to go home the hospital phoned
and said I should come as soon as possible as Dad’s breathing had changed (?)
I left work and hurried off to Eastbourne. As I drove I had another phone call.
Dad
died just before six o’clock…
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