I slept surprisingly well bearing in mind how hot it was
last night. It was far too hot as I gathered dog turds at eight o’clock this
morning.
I made toast as I do, and peered into the Internet. There
was quite a bit of consternation being expressed over how the Munzee game had
been running slowly to the point of being unusable over the weekend. GPS games
do that. In theory great fun; in practice the technology simply isn’t up to it.
At least with geocaching there is a sort-of offline mode but the offline mode
in Munzee was deliberately turned off some time ago in what was billed as an upgrade.
There was also consternation on the pond-related Facebook
pages in which people were getting incredibly aggressive about whether or not you
should change vast amounts of pond water on a regular basis. I try to keep out
of those squabbles; there is no sense to them. The very people who fanny around
testing the pond water and getting every chemical to a precisely controlled
level regularly then chuck out much of their supposedly perfect water and
replace it with heaven only knows what and then fart around with all sorts of
chemicals trying to get the balance right again.
Quite a few people were posting photos of their weekend at
the beach. Personally I’m not a fan of days at the beach. There is absolutely
nothing to do but sit and get sunstroke, and unless you are prepared to pay
extortionate prices from the stalls hundreds of yards away you are restricted
to whatever refreshments you lugged along with you. But as always I’m in the
minority. Thousands of people love the beach. So many that tickets for beach
car parks in Sussex had sold out by half
past eight this morning.
Usually I would take the dogs up to the woods after
brekkie, but the temperature was already twenty-five degrees, and looking set
for twenty-seven degrees when we would be finishing our walk. So we skipped our
walk for today. I put a load of washing in to scrub, and cleaned the glass of
the fish tank instead. The entire tank needs stripping out and scrubbing, but
I’ll do that some other time when it isn’t so hot.
I then wrote up some CPD. After a
while the washing machine beeped. It took five minutes to hang out the washing,
and that was five minutes too many.
With it being far too hot to do anything at all I sat on
the sofa and cracked on with something I’ve been meaning to do for some time.
Many years ago I worked in a rather nasty place. Management was done by
bullying, and at the time I wrote a few diary entries about episodes at the
place. Following getting a formal written disciplinary warning for bringing the
place into disrepute (after posting a selfie at six o’clock in the morning
and saying I was tired) I self-censored a lot of what I’d written. But none
of it identified any individuals, and all of it was true. And it was a long
time ago now. And I’ve not worked there for many years. So today I spent a few
hours un-censoring; I’d kept copies of my original blog entries.
Looking back I think I quite possibly had grounds for a
case of constructive dismissal, but hindsight is a wonderful thing, isn’t it?
As I edited I read the old diary entries and reflected on
how things in my life were about fifteen years ago. I went fishing and drank a
lot more back then. The astro club was still fun and there was talk of building
an observatory. Kite festivals and beer festivals featured highly in the
itinerary, and my life was dog-free. Was it better back then? Work certainly
wasn’t, but as for the rest… I think the best word I can use is “different”.
After five hours I finished getting the changes made to my backup site done. What
with copying and pasting a lot of the pictures were lost after uploading and it
look a little while to put right. I’ll sort up the main Blogger site another
time.
I got out the watering can and had a go round the garden.
The sun had gone down somewhat so the plants were in shade, but it was still
twenty-nine degrees as I got the washing off of the line. By the time I’d fed
the fish the sweat was dripping from me, and I’d only been outside for ten
minutes.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a good
bit of dinner then went off bowling. I cracked on with the ironing and watched
something I’d recorded over the weekend. I can distinctly remember “Confessions
of a Window Cleaner” as being rather good fun.
It hasn’t stood the test of time; it was rather crap.
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