I
had a better night’s sleep last night. Having been on a recent night shift
helped with that, but I’d struck on the frankly genius idea of starting the
night a tad further from the edge of the bed, and so dogs wouldn’t be pushing
me out of the covers and/or off of the edge. In a novel break with tradition my
genius idea worked.
I
slept rather well despite a rather vivid nightmare in which I was transferred
from my place of work to the menswear department of Grace Brother’s department
store where I was to be the crocodile handler. The logic (if that was the
term) was that if I could handle Bailey (who is smaller than the average
cat) then how hard could a full-blown alligator be?
I
was rather glad to wake up.
I
made toast and had my usual look at the Internet and saw that two more young
ladies wanted to be my friend. One of them collects plastic pork swords as a
hobby, as evidenced by some of the photos on its Facebook page. The other one
seemed to operate out of a caravan in Ohio, and doesn’t seem to be reticent in
brandishing the norks.
Neither
appeared to have any interest in Lego, cakes or dogs so I deleted both
requests.
I
sent out a birthday wish to a Facebook friend. The chap in question is someone
who I encountered through geocaching. I can’t claim to know him well, but over
the years he has been incredibly helpful to me in many ways. Knowing that the chap is retired. I always
assumed he was about six or seven years older than me… he is exactly two weeks
younger.
I
had hoped for a half-way decent walk before going to work, but I had an email
from the geocaching reviewer. Yesterday I’d sent him a preliminary first draft
of what I had in mind for my next Wherigo project. He’d found that I’d made two
rather silly mistakes, and correcting them took longer than I expected.
So
having less time than I’d hoped I just walked the dogs round the local roads
fetching in old geocaches that had run their course. Some time ago I set up a
virtual “Crystal Maze” geo-game in the co-op field. The idea was that you
do the games in the co-op field and then get told the locations of where I’d hidden
geocaches. Sadly (in all honesty) this was nowhere near as well received
as I had been hoping. And in the meantime the council has planted a load of
trees in the play zones, and you can’t physically get to the part of the field
you need to get to any more as it is all cordoned off. But fetching in the
physical pots gave the dogs a walk.
I
got home to find postie had been with two magazines. One I will read from cover
to cover, and one I will not.
I
settled on the sofa with the pups and watched more “Downton Abbey” in
which Mr Gregson was pursuing Lady Edith because his wife didn’t understand
him. It turned out that his wife didn’t understand anyone as she was start
staring mad and had been locked away. Meanwhile Lady Rose was being
problematical, as Lady Roses are apt to be.
And
so to work… and as is so often the way with late shifts, by mid-day the day was
effectively over…
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