Last Saturday when I went to bed my watch told me I’d
walked three and a half thousand steps. This morning when I walked out of the
night shift my watch told me I’d walked over five thousand steps since
midnight. There’s no denying that I’d hoped a Sunday night would have been a
quiet shift. Back in the day when I first started night work we’d rarely be
called on more than half a dozen times. Last night I had over fifty samples to
deal with.
As I drove home the pundits on the radio were talking
about the new Prime Minister who (so it was claimed) had been taken in
by a fraudster who had been pretending to be a senior member of the American
government. Apparently only a couple
of text messages were exchanged before he wised up
to what was going on, but the fact that this was in the news was rather
significant. A couple of weeks ago the new Prime Minister was being portrayed
as the saviour of the universe. Now he’s fair game for digging the dirt.
The honeymoon period is clearly over.
I got bored with the news, and listened to my Adrian
Mole MP3 audiobook instead. In the past I’ve been very scathing about
audiobooks, but am I turning to the dark side?
I got home. For all that the temperature is down on
what it has been over the last week, it was forecast to be warm later so I took
the dogs out right away. It was only a short drive to Orlestone.
Just lately our walks have been “fox-poo-free”…
well, to be precise, probably only seemingly “fox-poo-free”. I suspect
that there had been some rolling going on, but what with everything having been
so hot and bone dry all the fox turds had been baked dry. However last night
there had been rain. Quite a bit of it. And that had rehydrated the fox turds,
as evidenced by the frankly massive skid mark that Bailey got up her back
within five minutes of getting to the woods.
We walked for two miles and saw two other groups.
Morgan grumbled at them; I wish he wouldn’t.
We came home. Once Bailey had had a bath (with
soap!) I had a shave and a shower and went to bed. Morgan and Bailey came
with me. I rather suspected that they’d come up for a fight, but both settled
and we slept for four hours. That’s not a bad sleep after a night shift.
Eventually the ongoing pain in my arm woke me. About a month ago I whinged about my
arm. There’s an almost constant sensation of numbness/tingling/pins and needles
in my left hand, and an intermittent sensation of pain in my upper left arm and
shoulder. So I went onto the doctor’s website and filled in the on-line
questionnaire in the hope that someone might get back to me about it.
Whilst I was at it I had a look at the Internet as I
do. A Facebook friend was having a birthday today. The chap used to live just
down the road from me when I was at primary school. We lost contact years ago
but got in touch through Facebook. We actually met a few years ago when he
wanted details of my father’s funeral which was a kind thought.
I Munzed (having Wordled at three o’clock this
morning), and we did “FEED THE FISH”. Again little Treacle squealed
in excitement when I made the announcement. I then voomed round the garden with
the watering can, and then my phone beeped. The doctor wants to see me… well
specifically wants to see my left arm. They sent me a link to book an
appointment. I had the choice of one date (in two weeks’ time). I’m not
sure why I had to mess about going through the website if I only had the choice
of one date, but I’m now booked in for a fortnight on Thursday.
I wrote up some
CPD. I thought about cleaning pond filters (Monday is
usually pond filter day) but by then it was nearly five o’clock. The pond
will keep for a day or so.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up pie and chips and went bowling. I settled in front of the telly and watched
an episode of “Stranger Things”. At an hour and a half it was too long;
the next episode plays for over two hours. Apparently the
writers felt that movie-length episodes allowed them to tell a better
story. Maybe it did, but I’m not sitting still for over two hours. I shall
watch that next episode in (at least) three separate sittings.
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