A few weeks ago we had a run-in with a rather
over-excitable horse which I reported to the public rights of way people at
Kent County Council. Overnight I received an email from someone called Denis saying that “Dangerous animals and livestock
incidents are enforced by the HSE (Health and Safety Executive)”. I told
Denis that a month had passed and it was all rather late.
It must be wonderful to work in a job that has absolutely
no urgency.
Once I’d scoffed toast and watched another episode of “Orange
is the New Black” I got ready for work. I went to my car which was
absolutely miles away, brought it to the now vacant parking space outside the
house and unloaded all the stuff I got in Whelan’s yesterday. One of the
biggest problems with the late shifts is my being unable to park anywhere
remotely near the house when I get home. Last night I drove past the house and
then circled the local streets for twenty minutes trying to find a parking space.
As did at least six other cars that I saw driving round also all trying to park.
The trouble is that people don’t park sensibly. Bays that could hold seven cars
have five as no one gives a thought as to how they are going to abandon their
car.
I went round to the co-op to get dinner. Once I'd fed
my loose change into the self-service machine I saw Martin getting his
shopping. We chatted for a bit, then I set off to work. As I drove the pundits
on the radio were playing recordings of yesterday's parliamentary debates. I
say "debates"; "petty bickering" would be
closer to the truth. Those elected to run the show were squabbling like
ill-behaved brats. I was reminded of the fruits of my loin quarrelling when
they were small and very tired. Perhaps if someone were to send the MPs to bed
with slapped arses the country might be in a better state.
This was followed by an interview with the head honcho
of the British Butterfly Brigade who said that butterfly numbers have been on the decrease for fifty years. He
also said that buddleias are good for butterflies, so I'm doing my bit. Even if
unintentionally.
I got to work and did my bit. As I skived so a
contingent of senior managers from other local hospitals came through. As they
wandered past one of then cheerfully said "hello Dave". I
wonder who he was? Something similar happened yesterday as well. As I was
putting petrol into my car the woman at the next pump said hello and started
chatting. She clearly knew me even though I had no idea who she was.
And then a colleague was complaining that she was in
pain after running on account of her having "lazy glutes", or
"dead butt syndrome" to use
the technical term.
Apparently people who run or walk a lot get this if
they stop running or walking for any length of time... which is probably why a
long dog walk is hard work if I've not taken them out for a while. It
turns out that one of the recognised treatments for this condition (in
sports clinics) is infusions of the injured person's own platelets.
Platelet transfusions are something I oversee every day... but autologous (your
own platelets) transfusions can be given for a range of conditions including sports
injury and hair loss.
I might just over-over from NHSBT and rub a couple of doses on my head.
I was glad when home time came – I think I might have
over-done the lifting what I emptied my car earlier. My back was rather tender.
As “er indoors TM” boiled up
dinner I spotted she’d had a haircut. Go me. We had a rather good bit of dinner
which we washed down with a bottle of chianti. Bearing in mind my being up at
silly o’clock this morning I’m hoping this will have me fast asleep before too
much longer.
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