I woke in a cold sweat following a nightmare in which I had
tangled a power kite around pretty much everything it would be possible to
tangle a power kite around. I haven't flown one of those things in years; what
was that all about?
I got up and had a shave, despite the plughole still being
bunged up. "Mr Muscle" and the like don't seem to have been
tested on mud washed off of dogs, do they?. I then cracked open a Slimfast
shake (I'm fast going off of those), watched an episode of "Shameless"
and set off on a pre-work Munzee mission.
I often have a pre-work Munzee mission; today's was
frustrating. It is possible to deploy virtual Muzees from a distance. Physical
Munzees need bar codes to be actually stuck on to lamp posts by hand, but
virtual ones can be done from thousands of miles away. You just call up the
location on the app or website, press the "deploy" button and
that's it. Job done. However the actual Munzing bit on these involves getting
reasonably close to where the things have been deployed. In the case of the
ones of the ones I was trying to Munz this morning, that was getting to within
fifty yards of the location. This was rather tricky to do when the things had
been deployed by someone from hundreds of miles away who had no idea that the
locations they were deploying in weren't easily accessible to the general
public. Very easily accessible to the people in whose gardens they were, but a
bit of a mission for me.
Oh, how I chuckled. Other people have sensible hobbies...
As I headed up the motorway I listened to the drivel
spouted on the radio. There was a lot of talk about this week's strike by junior doctors.
The idea was that senior doctors would pick up the slack... according to the
pundits on the radio a lot of them (the figure of twenty five per cent was
quoted) are having prolonged Easter holidays. Are they, or is this BBC
propaganda (shit stirring)?
There was a lot of talk about President Biden visiting Ireland
today for the celebrations of twenty-five years since the ending of the
troubles, but rather than covering anything of interest, the pundits on the
radio had a ten-minute retrospective about some comedy show that was on Irish
TV at the time. It was a shame that the accents in the clips played from that
show were so broad that I couldn't
understand a word that was being said.
And there was talk about how police have seized golliwogs
from pubs in Essex. The Home
Secretary has said she's told the police not to waste their time on such
trivia. The police say she's said nothing. A "he-said-she-said"
squabble ensued.
I got to work, and spent much of the day looking out of the
window. The forecast rain wasn't happening. I seem to spend an inordinate
amount of time sulking about the weather these days. don't I?
As the day went on I had a message from the estate agent
who is supposedly selling Dad's house. It seems there's been several people
viewing the house... all of whom seem to think the house is a tad small for the
asking price. Is it? I have no idea, but that certainly seems to be the
consensus view. We've dropped the price. Will it sell? We'll find out...
My phone beeped. We'd hit the first target in this month's
Munzee Clan War. Result(!)
And then I went in the loo and hid for five minutes as I
had a total melt-down about my Fudge-dog who has been gone nearly two years
now. What was that all about?
Being on an early I got home promptly and walked the dogs
round the block before the forecast rain started (a tad later than it might
have done), and then sat underneath a pile of sleeping dogs until “er
indoors TM” came home.
Yesterday I mentioned that we started watching “Dreamland”;
this evening we binge-watched the last four episodes. Supposedly a comedy it
wasn’t really funny, but I like watching stuff filmed in places that I’ve been.
If only so that I can get cross when the panoramic shot of the ambulance
rushing along the sea front to the hospital is going the wrong way…
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