Last night everyone was settled and I slept rather well.
Over toast I had a peer into the Internet. There was a petty squabble about the
price of full-sized Daleks on one of the Dalek building Facebook pages… Now
that’s “one of the Dalek building Facebook pages”; there’s quite a few
people into building daleks, and they are incredibly critical of each other.
Other than that, there wasn’t a lot going on so I set off to town.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about the
ongoing situation in Gaza. The Foreign Secretary was being interviewed on the
matter. It was quite plain that regardless of what was actually happening, the
UK would side with the Israeli government and regard the Palestinians as Satan
incarnate. Meanwhile the poor innocents on the ground suffer.
I got to town a tad early and had a little look around. The
town has changed quite a bit since I last had a look. Ashford has a
surprisingly large number of nail bars, international food suppliers, and
vagrants begging.
I joined the queue outside Boots which was being
entertained and disgusted (in seemingly equal measures) by a rather
drunk young pair who were boasting about the strength of the cider they were
swigging, and telling anyone who would listen that the pissed woman needed a
new bandage for her knee. Apparently she’d smashed it rather badly when out on
the piss the other day. She seemed unable to keep hold of the crutches which
she was holding, and was falling over every time she dropped them.
Interestingly when Boots opened their doors the drunks showed no interest in
going inside, and seemed rather upset that they’d lost their captive audience.
I went in to the optician which is based there. I had
photos taken of the insides of my eyes, had air blown into them, and read
various letters of various sizes. After twenty minutes I was told my eyes were
pretty much unchanged from last time and I didn’t really need new glasses. I
was pleased about that.
I popped to Tesco for milk and pastries and came home.
After a cuppa and a croissant I loaded the dogs into the car and we went up to
Kings Wood for a walk. Kings Wood is odd in that there’s usually about twenty
cars in the car park, but once you are more than a hundred yards from the car
park if you see more than two other walkers, that’s a lot. Today we walked
about three and a half miles (guesstimating from the step count) and saw
one other walker with two dogs. Apart from Treacle wading in a swamp, the dogs
were as good as gold; coming back when called and not upsetting the only other
person we met.
We came home via the petrol station where I saw an old
friend. Someone who had a baby at about the same time that “er indoors TM”
squeezed “My
Boy TM” out. In the late eighties we were rather chummy… she
didn’t recognize me at all when I smiled this lunchtime.
Once home I put a load of washing in to scrub, and whilst
it scrubbed I wrote up some CPD.
And with CPD written up I went into the garden and mowed the lawn, then sat by
the pond reading more “Game of Thrones” on my phone’s Kindle app. As I
read I watched the antics of a pigeon who was
having a drink not four feet from where I was sitting.
I then dozed off for an hour or so…
Today was rather busy for a rostered day off.
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