I
woke feeling rather grim. Lethargic and headache and generally what I call
"too much sun"; not that I was actually out in the sun much
yesterday. Adding that to the constant aching I seem to have these days and my
totally poggered left knee I considered going back to bed and pulling a sickie
whilst sulking but thought better of doing so.
I had brekkie, made a sarnie, watched some telly and set off to
work. If I went to work I would have something to take my mind off of feeling
grim. If I'd stayed at home, “er indoors TM” would soon have got sick of
my whinging.
As
I drove up the motorway the pundits on the radio were saying that sickness absence in NHS staff
is at an all-time high.
Perhaps
I should have phoned in sick and gone with the flow?
There
was also even more talk about that idiot Boris Johnson. Having had a committee
formally decide that he was telling lies all along, all his old mates have now
been accused of deliberately trying to subvert justice by attempting to thwart
that committee's investigations. Some of them have even been named and shamed.
Democracy,
eh? All of these people have been voted into office, you know.
And
fourteen years after the Russians did it, the Americans have set
up a simulator in which four people will act out a mission to Mars. I can
remember back in the day (22
October 2009) when the Russians were looking for volunteers for their
Mars 500 mission I actually got permission from work to take a year or so off
if my application had been successful. Not that I applied. Not speaking Russian
would have counted against me.
Meanwhile
our old friend science has found a fifty million year old fossilised insect
with an
intact knacker. Personally I would have expected better things from
science, but what do I know?
I
got to work, had a cheese scone, and cracked on with that which I couldn't
avoid. And (sure enough) I perked up as the day went on; even if I did
still ache all the time and the knee wasn't what it once was.
I
managed a chat with the boss; she's happy for my plans for semi-retirement. So
(hopefully) next February I go part-time but stay on the same money...
Here's hoping.
And
we achieved our Munzee clan goal today as well.
Mind
you I spent an inordinate amount of time on the works chodbin today... as did “er
indoors TM”. I blame that fish and chips we got last night.
Twenty quid to be farting like a fruitbat? (to coin a phrase).
I
suppose better the works one than my own?
Some
days in my life are rather good; other on the dull side… But if nothing else
the countdown to retirement has started…
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