I woke in a cold sweat at half past four this morning
following an incredibly vivid nightmare. Despite having been dead for nearly a
year, the late Queen had a job for me. She'd decided that having the confidence
to have such a small dog as Bailey meant that I was (to quote HM from my
dream) a "double hard b*stard". Consequently she formally
decreed that I was the very subject to kick seven shades of sh*t out of (as
she said) that smarmy git Private Fraser from "Dad's Army".
I tried to point out that "Dad's Army" was a fictional
television programme, and that the actor playing Private Fraser had died over forty years ago ,but
a royal flunkie pointed out that not doing what the late Queen told me was
treason and I would be executed if I didn’t.
I didn't get back to sleep after that.
I got up, put toast in to cook, and as it burned I made
sandwiches for lunch. As I scoffed my burnt toast I watched an episode of
Shameless. I then had a quick look at the Internet. The Munzee servers were
still down (for the third day), and there was a lot of consternation
being expressed on the Star Trek related Facebook pages. People weren't at all
happy to read the spoilers about yesterday's newly-released episode... Bearing
in mind the show's season finale was released yesterday there were going to be
spoilers. Don't look at the Internet until you've watched the telly. Dur !
Surely the experience of the last few years has taught us
that?
I set off to work leaving myself a little time to spare.
The journey to Tunbridge Wells this week has been problematical; taking as
little as just less than an hour to almost two hours depending on the vagaries
of the roads. Today there were no roadworks and I made good time. As I drove
there was a lot of talk about the doctor's strike and it is quite clear that
the same pundits on the radio who (only a few short years ago) had been
encouraging us all to stand on the doorsteps clapping like demented sea lions
for the wonderful NHS have had a change of heart. The pundits on the radio
today have quite plainly taken against the NHS. But fighting the NHS strikes is
somewhat counterproductive, isn't it?. As I pointed out earlier in the week,
when considering a career, why would anyone pick anything medically related?
You can get far more money for far less effort in a lot of places. Am I really
being that cynical when I wonder if it won't be long before there's St John's
Ambulance Service volunteers and scouts trying for their First Aid badge
running A&E departments...
I stopped off at Tesco to get coffee. As I don't work at
Pembury *that* often I get sachets of coffee. On Monday I got enough for
two weeks... and yesterday I realised
that I have two a day (not one) and had only got enough for one week.
I also got a sandwich for lunch; I'd forgotten to pick up
the one I'd made earlier and had left it in the kitchen.
Work was work. Managing to keep a straight face I had all
the junior staff believing that today was Saint Mulligatawny's day and that
they should all have a liquified dinner this evening; Saint Mulligatawny being
the patron saint of soups, stews and broths. It's amazing what nonsense people
believe *if* you can spout it without giggling.
Being on an early I got out early, but being at Pembury I
didn’t get home until rather later than I might have liked. But it wasn’t as
late as it might have been, and I took the dogs (and “er indoors TM”)
down to Orlestone Woods. We had a good walk, and as we came home we got the
news that the Munzee servers were working again.
After a lot of farting about I was soon back Munzing.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a rather
good plate of sausage and chips which we scoffed whilst watching “Lego
Masters: New Zealand”. That too was rather good; marred only by the Kiwis
not having a certified Lego professional of their own and having to borrow one
from Canada.
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