Again with an alarm set I had a rather bad night and
was again up far too early. I made toast and started something new on Netflix.
I’ve only seen the first episode, but “Vladimir”
seems to be entertaining enough. Unlike many other shows the episodes are only
half an hour long which stops my attention wandering.
I then had a little look at the Internet. There was
consternation on one of the geocaching pages as the people at geo-HQ have
finally realised that there is software you can use to make your phone think
you are half-way across the world and so allows you to cheat at a
location-based game. And having realised this they are making moves to stop
people cheating. Moves than an IT-proficient company would have made year ago.
It never fails to amaze me just how IT-illiterate geocaching is when you bear
in mind just how high-tech the hobby would seem to be.
As I'd watched telly I'd heard the rain on the
window. The rain had pretty much stopped by the time I left home. I'd made a
point of remembering where I'd parked last night and so knew where my car was.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about the ongoing war in the
Middle East. HMS Dragon has finally
been dispatched but won't get there for a week. Apparently
its role is to defend an RAF base which has already been bombed.
There was also talk about how the Iranians have closed the Strait of Hormuz even
though Donald Trump says they can't, and if they try to he will kick ass.
Meanwhile the annual world watercress eating
competition has been won for the seventeenth time by someone who can't stand the stuff.
I stopped off at Sainsburys to get a sandwich. In a
novel break with tradition I got beef and horseradish rather than coronation
chicken because the sign on the shelf said it was forty pence cheaper. It was a
shame that the sign hadn't told the till. I thought about kicking off, but the
staff there are troublesome at the best of times so I thought it best not to
cause a fuss. On the plus side I got some tennis balls for Dog Club.
I went in to work and did my bit. During tea break I
had a message from home; apparently Morgan had been caught chewing on a contact
lens. We're not sure where he got it from; I find it best not to ask in those
situations.
Another early start made for another early finish, and
this evening I got home far faster than I did yesterday.
Once home I had a little kip until “er
indoors TM” boiled up pie and chips
which we scoffed whilst watching more “Motherland”. I’d forgotten that Debbie The Chosen One
had played the “council mother”.
I’ve been on the go for eighteen hours… and I’ve done
so little of note today.
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