Social media wasn’t happy as I scoffed toast this morning. It
was as well that I didn’t go to the geocaching extravaganza in London
yesterday; it would seem that geocaching dot com was poggered for much of
yesterday. There was also a giga-event in Prague with an estimated five
thousand people along which was also stuffed by their IT failure. We realised
there were issues with it yesterday when we tried to tell it that we’d replaced
film pots in Boxley. Not being able to do so was an inconvenience, but nothing
from which we couldn’t perk up after a few drinkies. But this morning all the
geo-Facebook pages were alive with ranting from people who’d travelled hundreds
of miles and spent thousands of pounds effectively to no avail.
There was still a lot of political ranting on local
Facebook pages. Those who’d voted Reform were gloating; those who hadn’t were
sulking. Personally I look at what Nigel Farage has done and see that over the
years he’s been little more than a trouble-maker. Bearing in mind that so many
of his supporters were voted in without any actual stated policies, anything
might happen. In the meantime the country is ever more divided.
With a little time on my hands I cleaned the pond filters.
This time I ran the hose from the bigger pond into a watering can. I was
surprised at how little water the cleaning process used.
I then mowed the lawn, bionically burned the weeds and
generally had a little tidy-up. After an hour or so the garden was looking
pretty much the same as it always looks; gardening is such a frustrating
pastime.
I had a cuppa, then set off. As I drove to work I didn’t
bother with the radio. I’d checked before I’d left home. Radio Four had the
compilation of all the week’s episodes of “The Archers”, and Radio Four
Extra was playing an episode of “Desert Island Discs” from a few years
ago featuring David Beckham. Instead I sang along to “Ivor Biggun” songs
as I went up the motorway.
The plan for today didn’t have me working, but two people
had been taken ill earlier in the week. As I’ve said so many times before, if I
had my time again I’d take a job in a place which periodically puts up a “closed”
sign.
I did my bit; back in the day Sundays were rather quiet
days at work. These days the hospital is open for clinics all week long, and I
didn’t stop.
Today was rather busy. Dull, but busy.
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