It was a hot night; I didn’t sleep very well. I was
awake for much of the night. I gave up trying to sleep, got up and watched a
rather dull episode of “The Handmaid’s Tale” in which pretty much
nothing happened.
I Wordled from “early” to “queer” in
four goes then had a little look at the Internet. It was still there. There
wasn’t much kicking off; I was probably too early for any nonsense. I Munzed,
got ready for work and set off wondering where I’d left my car last night.
I eventually found it in Christchurch Road.
As I drove off the car's thermometer was two and
a half degrees up on what it had said at the same time yesterday. I went
up the motorway listening to the pundits on the radio talking about how the Met
Office had released a red warning about the heat. It was claimed that this was
only the second red warning about heat that the Met Office have ever
issued.
There was also talk about when (not if) Andy
Burnham becomes Prime Minister and how he’s planning to chuck the Chancellor of
the Exchequer Rachel Reeves out on her arse. Is that unreasonable? A new
Prime Minister really should choose his own team rather than take the team over
from someone who has himself been hoiked out on his arse (shouldn't he?).
Personally I can't help but think that a Prime
Minister should be called "Andrew" rather than "Andy",
but when you consider that (judging on recent performances) he too will
be out on his arse in a year or so, does it really matter?
I stopped off at Sainsburys to get a sandwich. I had a
minor episode with the self-service machine. As I filled it with loose change
the machine rejected all the foreign coins that I'd fed into it. I didn't
realise that I had quite so many foreign coins. They must come from the Dog
Club pot. I count up the money in that pot, pocket it and pay that amount into
the field owner's bank account. So once I've transferred the money and then
found a foreign coin, it's me that's been swizzed. I shall look at the coins a
bit more carefully this weekend.
I spent some time this morning doing training on the
new blood transfusion computer system today. The chap doing the training knew I
used to keep snakes... I wonder who told him that? And I spent much of the
afternoon being trained on the latest developments in rivaroxiban and apixiban
assays.
Back in the day the reps doing these training sessions
used to bring cakes.
And an ex-trainee was visiting... it was odd. I can
distinctly remember this chap being rather shorter than me; now he towers over
me. In the fifteen years since I last saw him he has grown about nine inches...
Or I’ve shrunk.
It was ridiculously hot as I came home. We did “FEED
THE FISH” and I played Meowdoku until “er indoors TM” boiled
up sausages and chips which we scoffed whilst watching the latest season of “Canal
Boat Diaries”. And we had a decent bit of pudding too. As I came home the
League of Fiends (!) shop at the hospital was selling punnets of raspberries.
I feel rather washed out – I blame the heat.
Apparently today was the UK’s hottest
ever June day.
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