Being on the night shift last night I missed Lego club. I
suspect I didn’t miss much. By trying to be all things to all people the club
is sadly not working. Now that those who see it as somewhere for hyperactive
children to run wild have been banned, there’s only me and Jose and a couple of
young mothers with their kids… and that’s it. I’ve spoken with several people
who have said that had it been set up as an AFOL group (Adult Fans of Lego)
then they would have been up for it, but the children aspect put them off.
Is it too late to set up an AFOL group?
The night shift last night was hard work. Back in the day,
the night work was overtime. We would come in when specifically called for a
named patient. It would be rare to have work from more than ten patients all
night long. We would go to bed and be called from bed if and when needed, and
being called from bed more than twice was unusual. Last night I was working
pretty much constantly all night long.
I was rather pleased to see the early shift arrive. I drove
home listening to the radio. That idiot Boris Johnson is up before the tribunal
today over his breaches of lockdown regulations. He’s apparently
admitted to having broken the rules, but claims he didn’t do it intentionally.
It seems the tribunal has to decide whether he is incompetent, or a liar. Or
both.
I got home and went to bed. Just as I was nodding off all
three dogs came up and staged a fight on top of me. They eventually settled and
I got two hours sleep until Bailey started crying that she wanted to get off of
the bed. Suspecting a potential “potty emergency” I took her downstairs
only to find she wanted to stand in the kitchen and scrounge for food.
“er indoors TM” set off to Canterbury
to collect her new car; I walked the dogs round the block in a break in the
rain. And with walk walked I did the ironing whilst watching episodes of “Four
in a Bed” in which (as usual) the most vocally critical were the
ones with the most of which to be ashamed.
I ironed for five episodes of the show, then fed the dogs.
And fed myself toast. “er indoors TM” had left me “home
alone” this evening. Darren
Hayes was playing in Brighton this evening so “er indoors TM”
and a work pal had gone to see him. I stayed home dog-sitting and watching
episodes of “Downton Abbey”.
There was so much I could have done with today. But a
combination of rain and being worn out from the night shift meant I did very
little other than ironing and watching telly. I tried working on my Wherigo
project, sadly my brain wasn’t up to it. But watching telly from underneath
dogs is never a bad thing.
Oh – and my Dad’s
old house is up for sale. Please feel free to buy it.
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