I slept reasonably well for an hour or so, then woke
feeling very cold, and didn’t get warm again. I dozed on and off. I must have
slept as I didn’t hear the bin men, and that’s unusual. I got up at half past
seven, made toast and had a look at the Internet.
I rolled my eyes as I peered into the work-related
pages on Facebook. More and more they are being filled up by people asking the
sort of questions that schoolchildren would ask. Is it schoolchildren asking
them, or are standards really that low in other parts of the world? Take for
example the question “which blood group is known as the universal donor?”
This immediately begs the question “to whom is it known as that?”
It’s been my experience that if you find yourself
talking with someone who uses the phrases “universal donor” and “universal
recipient” you can be pretty sure that you are talking with someone who
knows very little about blood transfusion. But this is the problem with the
Internet isn’t it? By offering free and immediate communication to everyone,
the plums are going to start spewing nonsense, aren’t they?
Meanwhile science has discovered a green star. Sometimes I think I
might be doing the wrong bit of science as a profession. There’s far less
chance of accidentally killing someone if you get the colour of a star wrong.
I took the dogs out. As we drove there was a little
drizzle, but the weather forecast said that the rain wasn’t going to get heavy
until about the sort of time we’d be getting home so we carried on.
We got to the woods just as some strange looking woman
was unloading dogs from her van. Stinking of cannabis she had seven dogs with
her. If stinking of cannabis is her thing then I’m not going to be judgemental,
but I would make the observation that I wouldn’t want her looking after my
wolf-pack.
We walked a different route to our usual one, and once
we were about half a mile in, so the rain got heavier. And heavier. I decided
to cut our walk short. It was as well that I did. We were all soaked when we
got back to the car.
As I loaded the dogs into the car’s boot I saw a chap
cowering under a tree fighting with his phone. He asked if I knew any way to
pay for the car parking other than using the app. He then ranted that his job
takes him all over the country. He takes his bike on the back of his car to
have a ride round the woods where he goes, and nowhere has any phone signal for
the parking app. I pointed at my Forestry England pass (on my car window)
and explained that I get free parking in all Forestry England woods for less
than two quid a week.
Oh, he wasn’t happy. That was more than he pays for
just one of his many parkings during the week. Why was this such a well-kept
secret? I blathered a few platitudes and drove home.
Once home the dogs had a warm bath, and I got some dry
clothes. Absolutely everything I had on was wet.
I put the wet stuff into the washing machine, made us
both a cuppa. I Munzed, and Wordled from “Moist” (which was something
of an understatement) to “shady” in three goes.
I wrote up some
CPD. In amongst
the puerile nonsense filling the work-related Facebook pages is (occasionally)
a link to a useful text book in .pdf format. I’ve been downloading them when I
see them, but it occurred to me that rather than just leaving them in my
downloads folder (where I will never see them again) I might make a sharable folder on my Google drive.
After all Google gives me a squillion plabtobytes of free webspace with which
I’m not doing very much at all. It only took a minute to set up. I quite like
e-books for the simple reason that they take up a whole lot less space than a
real book. At the moment there’s only half a dozen e-books in there. In the
fullness of time I might need to figure out something of a Dewey Decimal
Classification system to sort them…
I spent a little while trying to solve geo-puzzles. “Trying”
being the operative word.
We had a ham roll for lunch then I popped over to the
garden centre. Yesterday I went to Dobbies; I tried Bybrook Barn today. In the
shrubs was an area marked “dry soil”. There were a couple of lavender
plants. Google said they like direct sun so I got them. One was priced at seven
quid, one at nine. The woman on the till scanned the seven quid plant twice; I
saw that as a result. Much like yesterday when I bought two fish billed at four
quid each for six pounds forty.
I came home, looked at the plants I’d just bought and
decided against planting them today. Instead we did “FEED THE FISH”.
That’s always popular with Treacle and Bailey.
I spent an absolute age fighting with the telly to get
it to accept the lap-top’s screen if I were to cast it. Eventually enabling
mirroring and pressing Windows-K allowed me to do that, and we then tuned in to
Pinpoint Magazine’s Zoom
meeting. Pinpoint Magazine is a geocaching publication and I’d been nominated
for one of their annual awards in the “Outstanding Community Contribution”
category. To be honest I didn’t really want to tune in, or reallyt to have
anything to do with it, but I felt rather obliged to do so. Someone had taken
the time and trouble to nominate me for which I was rather flattered and very
grateful. But I can think of several people who make far more effort for the
hobby than I do who didn’t get a mention. The trouble with singling one person
out for praise is that it automatically belittles the efforts of everyone else.
I waxed loquacious on the matter on 13
September 2006. In any event
I didn’t win, which was probably for the best.
We then had a bit of KFC for dinner dinner whilst
watching more “Lego Masters” and then tonight’s episode of “Traitors”.
The foxy one got the heave-ho last night, but we’re carrying on watching it. It
is strangely captivating…
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