I slept well, but the bite on my finger was sore this
morning, as was my arm where I’d had the injection. I’ve heard people whinge
about injection sites being sore; I’ve not had one play up like this one
before.
The nice nurse said to give the bandage on my finger a
day, so I pulled it off this morning. Bandages are good for attention-seeking,
but cuts (and presumably bites) heal better when left open.
I took another antibiotic, made toast and had a look
at the Internet. Not a lot was going on. I rolled my eyes at some of the
work-related Facebook pages on which so-called medical professionals bent over
backwards to show their ignorance. I know the average person wouldn’t be able
to distinguish between a Howell-Jolly body and basophilic stippling… but a
reasonable comparison would be that a professional driver would know the
difference between a bus and a train.
I sent out birthday wishes (via Facebook and
WhatsApp), and spent a few minutes checking dates. I’m sure that yesterday
was the birthday of someone who was once important in my life. It *might*
have been an old drinking mate from my days at Brighton Technical College… I’ve
not seen Dave Ferrief for years. I’ve tried to get in touch with him; the last
I heard he was somewhere in Surrey.
The weather forecast was for light rain showers so I
took the dogs out anyway. As we drove to the woods the pundits on the radio
were talking about how the Prime Minister seems to have ridden out the scandal
surrounding him… the scandal being that he was unaware of someone else being a
wrong ‘un.
We got to the woods at about the time we were driving
home yesterday, and there were a lot more cars in the car park today. There’s a
lot to be said for getting there early. Had we been earlier we would have
missed today’s idiot. As we walked one of the narrower paths so some woman came
up the other way with two Boxer dogs. Her dogs were fine and didn’t seem to
have any issues, but she went hysterical and shrieked that we had to go back
the way we’d come because we couldn’t go anywhere near her. I find it is
usually best not to argue with idiots so we back-tracked.
I mentioned this episode to other dog walkers we know;
apparently despite being new to the Kings Wood dog walking scene, this idiot
woman has made herself known. One or two were talking of reporting her, but I’m
not sure to whom it is that you report idiots.
Our walk was muddy; despite chasing squirrels the dogs
didn’t catch any today which was probably for the best… both for the squirrels
and me.
After nearly five miles and nearly two hours we were
back at the car. We came home for a bath. I made up both a cuppa, filled up the
bird feeder and went round the garden hunting for dog dung.
I spent a little while writing up CPD,
then played about making caricatures with ChatGPT.
I spent a while watching episodes of “Four In A Bed”.
The last place to host in today’s episodes won today for the simple reason that
the first place didn’t actually do breakfast, and the second and third places
hated each other.
And then I had a message. A chap with whom I went to
school (from 1975 to 1981) will be back in the country in a week or so’s
time. Did I fancy a little meet-up. I would. It would be good to organise a
reunion… However there’s hardly anyone from the good old days at the Hastings
Academy for Budding Geniuses who still lives in Hastings. I’ve posted to the
school’s old boys Facebook group… You never know.
“er indoors TM” went
off to her works quiz night. I sat in front of the telly with the dogs and binge-watched
the new BBC production of “Lord of the Flies”.
One of many books that the English teachers at school killed stone dead, it’s a
rather good story. However what the BBC strung out over four hour-long episodes
could have been better done in two.
I’ve got to go to work tomorrow…
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