I was woken by Morgan trampling over me at four
o’clock. He jumped off the bed and I chased downstairs after him to let him
out. Dogs don’t understand baking it until the morning.
I got up properly at half past eight and had my usual rummage
round the Internet as I scoffed toast. Several people were posting to Facebook
pretending to be Welsh in honour of yesterday being St David’s Day. So many
people claim to have some Celtic ancestry about which they say absolutely
nothing until everyone else talks about theirs. Interestingly no one at all was
posting about the Ukrainian President’s visit to London yesterday. You’d have
thought that after all the groundswell of opinion in favour of him after the
disastrous meeting with Donald Trump, people would be interested in him.
Wouldn’t you?
I had quite a few emails too; people had been out
looking for the geocaches I’d hidden in Kings Wood, and were saying nice things
about them.
I tested out my new way of Munzing, and it worked
rather well. I got Wordle on the fifth attempt, and then sighed. The plan for
today had been hosting a brekkie meet with friends, but friends had
double-booked themselves. Seeing the glorious weather outside, today would have
been good for a long walk but I was on the late shift. Instead I put a load of
washing in to scrub, wrote up some
CPD, did the dogs’ flea treatments and then braced for a
battle. Getting the worming tablets down the dogs’ necks isn’t always easy.
Today it went very well. We broke the tablets into pieces, wrapped each piece
in a slice of ham, and the dogs yummed them up.
I hung out the washing, and set off to work. I don’t
work anywhere near as much as I used to, and I’m far happier in my work than I
ever used to be. But I still resent working at the weekends; especially when it
isn’t pouring down with rain.
As I drove to work the Archers Omnibus show was on the
radio, The Archers? Seriously? Who listens to that these days. Amazingly a
quick Google search showed me that the Archers has (on average) more
than a million more listeners than Eastenders has viewers.
Work was hard work. Back in the day hospitals were
effectively closed at the weekends, but not any more. It’s only a shame that
the staffing levels haven’t remotely kept pace with workload.
And a shame I had to work today… the highlight of the
day was giving the dogs a tablet each.
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