I had another bad night’s sleep… not that much
sleeping happened. I gave up at half past four, got up and watched another
episode of “Lost in Space”, then had a little rummage round the Internet
as I do. It was as well that we’d watched last night’s “Bake Off”
yesterday as spoilers abounded, but for once there wasn’t a lot else going on.
Perhaps that was because it was too early?
I Munzed. Every day the Munzee app gives us a daily
challenge. Today's challenge was to go get one of the Munzees which only appear
once every three days. Yesterday was one of the days when they appear, and they
will be back on Friday. But not today. So why did I get that challenge
today? I wonder what the app was thinking about. Still, our Guild has reached
the first of this month's targets and we all got credited with all sorts of
in-game credits. That was a result if sticking bar codes to lamp posts is your
thing.
I Wordled. Starting with "space" I
had the "c" in the correct place, and the "s"
and "p" in the wrong places. Is there any possible word other
than "psych" which would have fitted? Not that "psych"
is a word (is it?)
I set off to work through a dark morning. My piss
boiled as I listened to the radio. There's about ten thousand children in the country
who need foster care. There was a five-minute preamble about how neglected
these children are... I started screaming swear words at the radio as I know
one child in foster care who *certainly* wasn't neglected. There
was then a lot of talk about an initiative to recruit more foster carers... and how various
measures are coming which will make it easier for people to foster children.
Perhaps the criteria for rejecting foster carers might
be formally reviewed, and the insurmountable obstacles that we faced (such
as having dogs, stairs or a garden pond) might not be considered reasons
for summarily and rudely rejecting potential foster carers. Perhaps having
competent social workers who don't rip small girls from their mothers on the
basis of unsubstantiated hearsay, and sacking those who get caught out in their
bare-faced lies might be an idea as well... but what do I know? Not that I'm in
any way bitter... it's only been eighteen months.
And there was talk about the Pope
who's had surgery to remove half of his right lung.
So much for the power of prayer, eh?
I'd calmed down a bit by the time I got to work, which
was probably for the best. I went in to the early shift and did my bit. I quite
enjoy doing my bit but having been part time for a couple of years, I do
find doing two consecutive days to be harder than it ever used to be.
But there was cake at tea-time. And more than just
cake – home-made baklava. It went down rather well with a cuppa.
With my bit done I came home. I was on another early
but today I avoided the road works in Chart Road and came home through the town
centre. I got home fifteen minutes quicker than I did yesterday. I sparked up
Meowdoku on my phone… and woke up an hour later.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a rather good dinner of sausages, chips and baking paper which we scoffed
whilst watching more “Lego Masters”. Mind you when I say “watching
more Lego Masters”, there was a not insignificant amount of watching the
frankly epic chest of half of the Canadian team. I did have a theory that the
more she brandishes her chest, the better her team does, but this evening her
jubblies were at full power, and they ended up getting the heave-ho. So much
for my theory.
And in closing, did you know that today is the nine
hundred and sixtieth anniversary of the battle of Hastings?
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