I
can always remember the golden rule of toddlers being that you never let them
have a nap. “Darcie Waa Waa TM” had a nap yesterday evening
and consequently was screaming for much of the night. Fortunately she, “er
indoors TM” and the dogs were up in the attic room, but the
noise got so much that Treacle decamped to my bed at half past two just to get
some peace and quiet.
I
woke at eight o’clock, and with everyone else finally asleep I made the most of
the peace and quiet, made brekkie and peered at the Internet. Today people were
deliberately trying to pick fights about daleks and Amazon deliveries. Always
something new to quarrel about, eh? There was also a question about people’s
favourite format for the story of The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. To me
it is a radio program; that is how it first started. The books and films and TV
series have been made for those who don’t/won’t listen to radio. In much the
same way that the Harry Potter films were made for people who don’t/won’t read
a book. But I thought better of voicing the opinion.
Making the most of the
peace and quiet I had another look at the geo-puzzle which had me stumped yesterday. I’ve got to
find two numbers. The first “is a funny one really and only consists of
three characters”. I know that one. I won’t give it away, but I will say
that it was part of a geo-puzzle to which I got the answer a week or so ago.
The other one has me stumped. With five or six (can have either!)
characters, it “was once used as a number before more modern (and more
sophisticated) numbers were discovered. Nowadays it is more often used in a
recreational context”. If anyone knows what it is, feel free to let me
know.
With everyone else
still asleep I spent a few minutes pootling in the garden. A bit of tidying
up... once dog turds were gathered it was mostly emptying rain water out of
buckets and pots, and getting ready for the next bout of pressure-washing.
There's probably a car-full of rubbish in the shed to take to the tip at some
point as well, but I decided to worry about that another day.
“er
indoors TM” and “Darcie Waa Waa TM” emerged from
their pit, and I spent a few minutes with littlun looking round the garden. She
seems to find it fascinating. But all too soon it was time to set off to work.
I went via a dozen dull Points of Interest (now the Munzee Clan War has
started for this month) to the Sainsbury's petrol station where in a novel
break with tradition absolutely nothing out of the ordinary happened. I
mentioned to the woman behind the till about the old bat who works there during
the week and bends over backwards to be unhelpful. This got them all giggling
behind the tills; they knew exactly who I meant.
As I drove west-wards
to Pembury I listened to "Desert Island Discs" featuring Rita Rae who
is a Scottish lawyer and judge who has a fascinating life story and a frankly
dreadful taste in music. Her choices of
music weren't songs; they really were strange howling noises. I turned off
half-way through and sang along to Ivor Biggun songs instead.
Work was work. I always
say that working in a blood bank is hours of tedious boredom interspersed with
moment of stark panic. Somewhat flippant perhaps, but not entirely wrong. It
certainly summed up today where time dragged up until the last hour when things
suddenly livened up.
I was very glad to see
the night shift arrive.
I came home to a rather good pork chop. “er indoors TM” certainly
does boil up a good bit of scran.
“Daddy’s Little Angel TM” has
announced she wants to start buying storage lockers full of crap and selling it
at a profit. This sounds like an awful lot of farting about to me, but once she
gets a daft idea in her head… she is very much her father’s daughter…
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