Yet again I did that
infuriating thing where I woke feeling full of energy and raring to go at ten
past two, and then dozed for intervals of fifteen to twenty minutes for the
rest of the night.
Being
on an early shift in Pembury this morning I was up and about and tiddling the
puppies even earlier than usual, Recently I remarked on how many local houses
had lights on at half past five in the morning. Only two (not including our
house) had lights on at five o’clock.
With
puppies tiddled they shot upstairs to the big bed (they love it!) and I
sparked up my lap-top. With not enough time for telly this morning I had a plan
to muck out my in-box instead.
Despite
having told me that it was closing down last November, the NHS Jobs website was
still sending me daily emails that I didn’t want.
LinkedIn
was suggesting I congratulate people that I don’t know for doing things I
consider to be meaningless trivia,
Credit
Karma congratulated me on having paid down my credit card balance. What does
that phrase even mean?
Sky
suggested I might start up monthly subscriptions with even more channels.
Seriously? The Sky-Q box is already recording stuff up to six times faster than
we can possibly watch it.
Google
had told me that I’d logged in to my account…
And
this was the email account to which I have stuff that I have stuff I want sent.
I I had a look at my Gmail account (which is for the crap I don’t want)
and there were nine hundred and ninety-eight unread emails. Ironically it told
me that fourteen of those were spam. I deleted the lot without even looking at
them.
I
also spent a few minutes looking up how to fix the issue with the car’s
dashboard display thingy that had died yesterday. People on the Skoda forums
said there were two solutions. I could either pay the garage nearly six hundred
quid, or I could disconnect the battery for ten minutes.
I
then had a look at social media . Yesterday’s geo-squabble has calmed down.
Interestingly I made a comment a couple of days ago that I will be archiving
quite a few of my Wherigo geocaches (as everyone has done them and no one
has been near for a year), and no end of people have appeared asking me not
to get rid of them because they still want to play them. I’m rather pleased
that the things are popular… you never know; I might revamp one or two of them
if people like to play them.
I
looked up who on my Facebook Friends list had a birthday today and sent a
birthday wish to an old friend, downloaded bank statements then got ready for
work.
I
wandered off through a very dark morning to find where I'd left my car. As I
started the car so the dashboard radio display thingy leapt into life. Dead
yesterday, fine this morning. What was that all about?
As
I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about Justin Bieber who has
apparently just sold all the rights to his songs, and made a profit
of two hundred million dollars.
I
can't say I blame him. Aged twenty-eight he's now set for life, isn't he?
There
was also a lot of talk about how the Western world are sending tanks to
Ukraine, but nowhere near enough, if you listen to the Ukrainian president
who wants (demands) three hundred and has been given (about)
fifty.
Apparently
one of the Russian leaders who was in South Africa the other day said
that Russia are beginning to see the war as being not against Ukraine, but
against the entire Western coalition of nations who are supplying Ukraine with
the weapons.
He's
got a point. And let's not have anyone pretending to be surprised when some
Western country or other finds its capital nuked and everyone else gets a stern
warning to mind its own business.
Work
was much the same as ever, but being on an early start meant I got out early,
and was home at dusk. Mind you by the time I’d walked the dogs round the block
it was completely dark.
With
walk walked I watched more “Star Trek: Discovery”, then dozed with the
dogs until “er indoors TM” came home, when I carried on sitting
on the sofa with the dogs.
I
spend so much time just sitting with the dogs when there is so much more I
could be doing…
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