“Darcie Waa Waa TM” didn't settle last night, and
when she doesn't settle, neither does anyone else. Perhaps having the heating on all night for
her meant the house was too warm? I don't know but I couldn't have had more
than fifteen minutes continuous sleep all night. I gave up trying at five
o'clock and came downstairs where “er indoors TM” was sitting with her. The
dogs asked to go out, so I took them out and Pogo ran round the garden
screaming. He doesn't bark; he screams. I wish he wouldn't. As do all my
neighbours, I expect.
I scoffed a bit of
toast, and once I'd scraped the ice from the car I set off to work (at 6am!).
It was a cold morning this morning. As I drove I listened to the radio. There
is rarely much of interest on the radio early on a Sunday morning, and today
was no exception.
I caught the second
half of "Something
Understood". Have you ever listened to it? Give it a go; words
can't describe how pretentious this drivel is. Supposedly about the power of
memory, there were no end of readings of poetry which meant absolutely nothing
to me (or anyone else I suspect). For all that there can be some
interesting stuff on Radio Four, there is also a lot of highbrow rubbish that
is of no interest to anyone but a vanishingly small minority.
This was followed with
an interview with Kelvin
Fletcher.
Apparently he was in Emmerdale and on Strictly Come Dancing, and he's jacked it
all in to run a farm up north somewhere. He and his wife talked for half an
hour without really saying anything.
Surely there could have
been something better to broadcast before seven o’clock this morning?
I got to Pembury just
as dawn was breaking, and got on with work. There's no denying that I didn't
want to go to work today. I'd been sulking about it all week. I was probably
over-reacting; I get worked up about working on my own at Pembury. Being a
trauma centre, things can got from peachy to not-so peachy in seconds. I’ve had
worse shifts than today, but I’ve certainly had better ones.
And with shift shifted
I came home listening to the end of “Desert Island Discs” in which Matt
Smith (of Doctor Who fame) was advocating some frankly dreadful music.
My choices for that show are listed here.
I
got home just as “er indoors TM” was taking “Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” and her tribe home. I would much rather have
been home with them today rather than working, but at least I got to see them
today, if only in passing.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a very good
bit of dinner. I cracked open a bottle of Sainsbury’s plonk, and we watched
yesterday’s Doctor Who sixtieth
anniversary special. Bearing in mind how disappointing Doctor Who has been
over the last few years, my hopes weren’t high. But the episode was rather good.
Mind you I can’t help but think it a shame that they brought David Tennant
back. Up till now the show has always moved forward… was this episode a
backward step?
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