7 November 2023 (Tuesday) - Flat Friends

Over brekkie I started watching something new on Netflix. "Osmosis" is some strange French series in which a mad scientist develops a computer-controlled chip thingy which people swallow and it goes to their brain, logs on to the Internet and finds their perfect partner. However, like all mad scientists, this chap is quickly rumbled by his superiors and is chucked out on his arse. But, as is the case with all sacked mad scientists, no one thinks to revoke his free access to all his mad scientist equipment with which he might plan his revenge.

At the end of the first episode our mad scientist was vowing vengeance on an ungrateful world whilst his sister was planning to use the computer controlling chips to merge the brains of three volunteer subjects to cure her mother whose brain had packed up for no apparent reason.

The show might chirp up; I shall try another episode before dismissing it out of hand. But it speaks volumes that Netflix cancelled it three years ago.

 

Pausing only briefly to capture twenty Flat Friends (it's a Munzee thing) I set off to work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about how you can now use other couriers than Royal Mail when sending stuff from the Post Office. I got the impression that Royal Mail have got the hump that other couriers have muscled in on what was once their monopoly, but these other couriers only want to muscle in on the profitable bits. They can deliver a hundred letters up my street in the time it takes to deliver one letter to someone who lives out in the back of beyond (at presumably a hundred time the cost to them), and so (sensibly) choose only to take the profitable work.

The obvious answer is that it is daft to charge the same price for delivering a letter to a crowded residential estate as for delivering to an isolated cottage with no other houses for miles around. But what do I know?

 

There was a lot of talk on the radio about how the King will make a speech today outlining the government's plans for the next year (most of which apparently he won't be keen about).

There was talk about how the death toll in Gaza has passed ten thousand. The Israelis have now killed ten times the amount that the Palestinians have killed. No one on the radio seems to have made the observation that no one on the International scene dares tell the Israelis off.

There were reports from the ongoing inquiry into the government's handling of the COVID pandemic.

And then some fatuous windbag was wheeled on to present "Thought For The Day" in which she started off by wittering about how terrible the situation is in Gaza, and how bad the COVID pandemic was, and then in some incomprehensible leap of (so-called) logic announced that the problem was that in both cases humanity had built its houses on sand rather than the firm foundation of her god.

To my way of thinking, she’s wrong and there's four possible explanations here. Either her god is oblivious to the situation in Gaza and the COVID pandemic, or it don't care about them, or it is powerless to actually do anything about them, or it is happy with the state of the world. None of which seemed to occur to the fatuous windbag who was wittering on.

But this is the righteous mindset in action, isn't it? Everything shitty in life is down to human nature, everything nice is a gift from god. A rather blinkered way of thinking to which the insecure cling. A desperate hope to curry favour with a disinterested deity so's they can go to heaven when they croak? Perhaps.

I'll take my chances... Though *if* there is a god I might have just pissed on my chips.

 

What with capturing twenty Flat Friends I was about twenty minutes later going up the motorway today. It's amazing the difference those twenty minutes make. If I drive up Hermitage lane before eight o'clock I drive straight to work. If I don't get there till after eight o'clock, I have twenty minutes of stopping and starting.

I shall get there earlier tomorrow.

Work was work. It was much the same as ever. I did what I couldn’t avoid, and then took a serious diversion home as the east-bound slip road onto the motorway was bunged up. So I went three miles west the wrong way up the motorway and turned at the next junction. It turned out that the problem was one broken down lorry. You’d think that realising the thing was about to conk out, the driver would have pulled onto the hard shoulder, wouldn’t you? It is amazing how one poggered vehicle can cause such a delay.

 

“er indoors ^TM” boiled up a very good bit of scran which we scoffed whilst watching more “Bake Off”. I’m thinking of having an early night now… For all that I’d like to think I’m over last week’s bout of COVID, I’m wilting every evening.

6 November 2023 (Monday) - Butt Cream

Having got a negative COVID test last night, it was back to work for me today. In a novel break with tradition my alarm woke me this morning. I got up and fortunately remembered about all the cardboard packaging I'd left laying around in the living room before I fell over it all. I had a shave, and needing to be cracking on this morning I didn't watch any telly. Instead I made toast and had a little peer into the Internet to see what had happened overnight.

Having rebooted my phone half a dozen times because the "back" button wasn't working on the Facebook app it would seem that the nice people at Facebook had deliberately turned it off, and people all over the world were grumbling about it. And it would seem that the loss of a "back" button was far more important than anything else on social media this morning.

 

I got dressed and then gave “er indoors ^TM” a prod; she was taking a friend's littlun to school this morning. I left her yawning as I drove off on a little Munzee mission capping various Points of Interest before heading up the motorway to work.

As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about how the Prime Minister has announced that from here on in every year licences will be granted for companies to drill in the North Sea for oil and gas. The Labour Party have announced that they will repeal this legislation when they come into power as it goes against all their environmental policies. Whilst I sympathise with the environmental lobby, I would ask what they intend we might run the country on whilst we wait for nuclear fusion power to become a practical proposition. Duracell batteries, perhaps?

And there was a lot of talk about the government's promise of thirty hours of free childcare each week for all pre-school children for all working parents of children aged nine months and upwards. A shame that this won't come into effect for two years, but it is a nice thought.

There were interviews with young parents about how the cost of child care is so high, and how young mothers have been refused promotion because of child care issues. Mind you  child care isn't the ultimate panacea which it was being made out to be; who's actually going to be doing the looking after? Has that one been thought through?

 

I got to work for the early shift and did my bit whilst keeping my head down. We had the inspectors in today. It was just a "surveillance visit", but I still wanted nothing to do with it. I rarely blog about work, but I've ranted loudly so many times before about inspections of blood testing laboratories. Back in the day the inspections were of what we actually did, of the validity of the results we produced, and whether or not the users were happy with the service we provide. These days the assessment process has moved out of the hands of people who know what they are assessing (Clinical Pathology Accreditation RIP) and into the hands of the UK Accreditation Service who assess engineering, food handling, facilities management... and rather than focus on what we actually do, they focus on the quality of the paperwork that we generate.

I did have a dental appointment booked for this afternoon, and I'd planned to take the dogs out and do a tip run as well, but the bosses had asked me to be on hand for today's inspection as they wanted "someone senior at the microscope". I fulfilled my "senior obligations" by formally and sternly admonishing all the trainees that under no circumstances were they to bite the inspector, and I spent the day sulking whilst looking at the glorious sunshine outside (after a week of torrential rain). Ironically the inspector had a personal emergency and went home at mid-day.

 

As I worked I had yet another nuisance phone call from the Carphone Warehouse trying to flog me a new phone. I told them (yet again) that I would never get a phone from the Carphone Warehouse simply because they keep phoning me up, and I (again) blocked their number.

I also had a phone call from “Daddy’s Little Angel ^TM”. “Darcie Waa Waa ^TM” has eaten her butt cream (“Darcie Waa Waa ^TM” 's butt cream, not “Daddy’s Little Angel ^TM”'s), and they were waiting for a phone call back from NHS111 about the toxicology of butt cream. Personally I'd not eat the stuff, but a quick Google search makes me think littlun will survive this one

 

Being on an early shift meant I got out early (dur!) I got home just as it was getting dark and walked the dogs round the block. As we walked so some half-wit on an electric scooter pulled up next to us, screamed a load of profanities and sped off. I shouted after him that it was rather cowardly to have a full-face balaclava on, and as he turned to the sound of my voice so he was clipped by a passing car. Were the chap not a total half-wit he would have stopped, having been clipped by a car but he sped off.

Perhaps I should have reported this episode to the police, but I know from bitter experience that the police have no interest in doing anything that I consider to be police work.

 

I had a dunk in the shower and wrote up some CPD until “er indoors ^TM” finished her work. She boiled up a very good bit of scran then set off to bowling. I shall sit in front of the telly and try to stay awake…

 

5 November 2023 (Sunday) - Flat-Pack Furniture

I was having a particularly vivid dream in which the nation was overrun by escaped prisoners and I’d volunteered to go to prison as the country was now facing a shortage of them when my phone beeped. At five past seven. Yesterday when I’d ordered the bookcases, Argos had said “We’ll ping you an email or text to say when we’re on our way”, and so they did. They said they would be with me within two hours. It was a shame that they couldn’t be more specific than that two-hour window. I suppose Amazon’s live tracking has set the bar rather high.

So I made toast and checked the Internet whilst I waited.

 

A good friend was posting videos of his house. Having spent years being moved from one temporary house to another he finally got his own place over the summer… which is now flooded out from last week’s rains.

Other people had posted piccies from firework events. Some went ahead in Sussex last night; the rain must have held off. And again the mention of fireworks set off the pro- and anti- firework brigades. Personally I quite like looking at the things, but do they have to make such loud explosions?

I saw  that I had loads of emails about having bought the bookcases, and ones telling me that they were on the way (!)… and suddenly I realised that an hour had passed and I’d done nothing but look at drivel on Facebook whilst waiting for these bookcases.

 

They arrived just before nine o’clock, and I spent half an hour getting progressively more and more angry with the things. Like all flat-packed furniture, rather than coming with instructions they had frankly incomprehensible diagrams (with not a single written word on them) which meant absolutely nothing to me. I was all set to book a slot at the tip and just throw the things away (and good riddance to them!) and go buy a pair of proper pre-built bookcases, but “er indoors ^TM” wanted a go. So I left her to it and took the dogs for a walk. And made myself quite breathless in doing so.

 

After she’d been fighting with the bits for a couple of hours “er indoors ^TM” came to the conclusion that both of the flat-packed bookcases were missing a vital piece. “er indoors ^TM” arranged for the missing pieces to be sent on to us and decided to get as far as she could with the bookcases… but the missing bits wouldn’t arrive for a few days.

I wasn’t happy. My whole plan for today hinged on getting the bookcases up and in place and I seriously wanted to have a little bonfire in the garden to get rid of the things if only out of childish petulance.

An hour later she announced she’d found the missing bits. Oh, how I laughed.

 

As she cracked on with the bookcases so I cracked on with the project I started on Friday. I made a start at updating my list of favourite books (well, it’s bookcase-related). After a while there was some minor consternation when “er indoors ^TM” announced she’d put the drawer runners on back to front. So I went up to help and put that hiccup right whist she cracked on with the building.

 

The plan for today was to have the bookcases built by mid-day and then spend the afternoon putting stuff onto them and generally getting tidy. We stopped working on the bookcases at eight o’clock this evening. They just need the adjustable shelves fitting; we’ll do that in the week.

4 November 2023 (Saturday) - Reorganizing Spare Rooms

I woke to the sound of Treacle squeaking so I took her and Bailey out into a damp garden at five o’clock. Just like yesterday, both wandered round and round before finally coming back inside.

I tried to get back to sleep, but I was cold, and the rain was rather noisy up against the windows. And then my phone started whinging that it wanted a virus scan. At six o’clock in the morning.

I got up at seven o’clock, made toast and had my usual look at the internet. It was still there. My brother and nephew were posting that they’d done an hour’s drive to Brighton where a coach would collect them ant take them to Liverpool for today’s football match. Let’s hope it goes better that the last one. The other week they went on a seven hour round trip to watch a 6:1 defeat.

 

I really didn’t fancy Dog Club this morning what with the torrential rain. The problem is that having volunteered to unlock every week I’ve rather shot myself in the foot as there is only one set of keys. I posted to the Dog Club admin group that I would unlock and come home and found myself on the brink of a “I’m more ill than you are” argument. I sighed. Dog Club is such fun. Is this about to dissolve into one big quarrel too?

I got my waterproofs on and walked to the car (which was quite some way away) and drove over to the Dog Club field. The roads were like rivers. I unlocked just in case any brave souls turned up, and came straight back home. Were I feeling a tad better I might have taken the dogs, but they would have just got wet and filthy. As it was the walk to the car, from the car to the field gate and back again, and (having parked up) walking home got me soaked.

 

I sparked up the lap-top, tuned into Steve on the radio, and listened to the clues for the mystery year… The Grand National was cancelled, M-People were in the charts. I had no idea. Thirty years of Doctor Who was the giveaway. 1993.

As I strained my brain on the mystery year I also struggled with geo-puzzles. I pretty much immediately solved the one which yesterday had given me co-ordinates which were north of the North Pole. And armed with a hint about another geo-puzzle I wasted an hour getting absolutely nowhere.

I then spent a little while on Google Street View virtually driving round the Romney Marsh. There’s half a dozen geo-puzzles in the area in which photos of roadside locations are given. All you have to do is find where the photos were taken. But one view across the marsh is much like another and I didn’t locate any.

 

Seeing a lull in the rain I took the dogs round the block. As we walked we met OrangeHead. Back in the day me and Fudge used to meet her a lot; she earned her sobriquet from her vividly dyed hair. These days she is much more restrained. She was walking a small pup; her old dog had died. As her pup and my pups sniffed each other we reminisced about old dogs.

I suggested she and her new pup might enjoy Dog Club; she said that she’d heard good things of it (result!) but getting there without a car was problematical. Perhaps I should have offered a lift?

 

We came home and I fell asleep in front of the telly underneath a pile of dogs. Once “er indoors ^TM” had returned from craft club we went to the spare bedroom, We’d had the walls re-plastered a while back, the painting was done. It was time to make a start putting the room back to some semblance of order. Shifting furniture about took some doing, then as “er indoors ^TM” cleaned and dusted I got the old desktop computer back together and working. It took a little fiddling about; eventually I made the amazing discovery that plugging the right cables into the right sockets made a load of difference. The thing is twelve years old and it would be far cheaper to replace with a new one than to bring it up to modern specs, but it has something which is something of a novelty these days. It can play CDs.

I then went through some of my old rubbish. Some I want to keep; much of it is fit for the bin. As I rummaged I found an old picture that had been drawn in the late nineties featuring me and the people with whom I worked at the time. I can put names to all but one of the characters. Sadly I have no idea who it is between the woman with the clipboard and “Big Gay Al”. Interestingly the chap who was portrayed as “Big Gay Al” went on to become the president of the British Blood Transfusion Society.

 

I then took a deep breath. The next thing to be done in the back room was to get the books and DVDs onto shelves. I don’t want to put shelves on the walls again, so bookcases it is. Back in the day there wouldn’t have been any delay; I would have taken my Espace to the shop, got new bookcases and chucked them in the back of the Espace. Everything fitted into my Espace. Much as I like my car, it isn’t big. So I would be stuck with the vagaries of delivery drivers. And who will deliver on a Sunday? I want to get on with sorting that room.

After a little fiddling about I ordered two bookcases from Argos who claim they will deliver tomorrow morning. Even though it is a Sunday. Will they? Time will tell; it always does.

 

“er indoors ^TM” boiled up a rather good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst catching up of episodes of “Bake Off”.

I should really have an early night in readiness for the bookcases which will be arriving tomorrow; possibly as early as seven o’clock…

3 November 2023 (Friday) - Reorganising Webspace

I woke in the middle of the night and went to the loo. As I headed back to bed so Treacle came down and walked to the back door. I let her out and waited for her. And waited. Bearing in mind she doesn’t play silly beggars I got a little worried and took a torch into a cold wet night only to find that she was playing silly beggars.

As we came in so Morgan was standing at the door. He went out and he too took an inordinately long time to do a very short tiddle. I watched him; he sniffed everything in the entire garden before deciding to pee up the compost bin not two feet from the back door. As he came in so Bailey was laying in wait for him and a play-fight kicked off before Bailey then did about a dozen circuits of the wet dark garden before doing her widdle.

By then I was wide awake so I made a bowl of cereals and started to watch the last episode of the current series of “Star Trek: Lower Decks”. But I could hear a lot of movement upstairs. And whimpering too. Treacle was on the bed and was very much “King of the Castle” and wouldn’t let the puppies up.

By then it was half past four. Dogs can be hard work sometimes.

 

For the first time that I can remember I slept through the noise that the bin men probably made. I woke about half past eight and looked out at glorious sunshine. Today would have been a lovely morning for the woods, but bearing in mind how quickly I wilted yesterday I just made toast and had my usual rummage on-line. Today’s petty bickering on Facebook was about the practicalities of the alien spaceships in the 1970s Gerry Anderson series UFO. Some people though the things were too small; others disagreed. Bitterly.

And some woman had replied to a comment I made about dog tracking technology some three weeks ago. I looked into the stuff some time ago when Morgan and Bailey went rogue, but it soon became apparent that the whole thing hinges on having an active internet connection – which I haven’t got in the woods we walk in. If I can’t post to Facebook or call up Google then I can’t track an errant dog on the tracking app. It was suggested that if the dogs went AWOL in the woods I might drive home and use the reliable internet at home to see where they were.

So…I found myself presented with the position that given that a dog has gone rogue, I could see where they were from five miles away and so the tracking technology had worked. And that I was wrong in saying that the app was of no use to me.

The fact the tracking technology couldn’t actually assist in retrieving a missing dog was neither here nor there…

 

With no emails worth having I thought I might sort my web space. I have several on-line projects which behind the scenes were a mess. The folders for all of them were randomly all jumbled together which made it very difficult for me to see what was going on. And now that the web hosting people have had a tidy-up I thought I might do the same.

I started off with the blog archive. Each month has its own folder. I moved all of them into one folder called “diary” and in the process lost all my memories of April 2009. Recovering those took a little doing.

My Advent Archive is OK… for just under a month.

My personal Atlas of Haematology was something I fiddle with and forget about; I need to fiddle with it more often.

My “Beginner’s Guide to Geocaching” has been on the back burner for far too long as has my “Beginner’s Guide to Wherigo”.

And then I found all sorts of things that I’d completely forgotten about

I found the Batcamp archive and brought it up to date.

I found something I created four years ago for World Book Day. I shall update that at some point.

I found photos of when I took scouts to Canada twenty years ago and added them to my blog archive. After all, they are all diaries..

I found the start of a little “Desert Island Discs” project that I started ages ago. I added in my current thoughts. I should come back to this from time to time. Mind you I’m quite pleased with the piccie I created for it.

I found the archive of Kent Geocaching events with which I’ve clearly done nothing for three years.

I found the start of a project I started (and forgot about) about my Lego maxifigures collection. I might come back to this, or I might delete it. I’m still undecided.

I found the old website about my snakes… the last of which I re-homed over twenty years ago. I shall keep this for posterity, but I do need to update some of its hyperlinks.

And there was a lot of work-related training stuff which I removed from my webspace.

 

Fiddling about with webspace and on-line projects kept me occupied for most of the day which was for the best. The rain of the last week had abated and I’d been tempted to go for a decent walk round the woods, but just taking the dogs round the block had left me in a sweat.

 

Eventually I ran out of easy stuff to do with the web space. I know I’ve written lists of top ten books before… I just don’t know what I’ve done with those lists. I expect they will come to light eventually. Similarly I know I’ve done my Desert Island Discs lists many times… but can only find four of them.

I had a shower, then strained my brain over some geo-puzzles. I think this one is about Sumo wrestling (though I suspect it isn’t), and I had a stroke of absolute genius about this one.. which would have been a brilliant stroke of absolute genius *if* you can have negative longitude (which you can’t).

 

“er indoors ^TM” boiled up a rather good bit of dinner which we washed down with some plonk whilst catching up on this year’s season of “Bake Off”.

It was rather good…

2 November 2023 (Thursday) - Sick of Being Sick

I had something of a bad night last night. When “er indoors ^TM” stopped snoring so the thunder and lightening started, and continued right up until the snoring started again.

I gave up with sleep, came downstairs and saw that I’d completely forgotten that I’d put a load of washing into the washing machine last night. Ho hum… I hung that out, made brekkie and sparked up my lap-top. This morning the thing worked far better than it ever had done. Up till yesterday it seemed to be stuck in a vicious circle of notifications in which some trivial thing would happen (someone clicked “Like” on a Facebook photo, I’d had another email I never needed or wanted…) and it would give me a notification about it. My phone would then give me the same notification as would my watch. And then my lap-top would tell me that I had notifications on my watch and phone. Depending on how chatty the technology was feeling I would sometimes get up to half a dozen messages about things about which I couldn’t care less. I had words with the lap-top last night, and this morning it had seen the error of its ways. I got a lot less unnecessary notifications.

 

I had a look at my emails. I had a message. I’ve been having issues with uploading stuff to my blog backup. The nice people who run the web hosting are doing all sorts of wonderful IT things behind the scenes; the practical upshot of which is that (like with every single IT upgrade that has ever been done in all of history) the uploading no longer actually worked.

Matters weren’t helped by the way that every time they replied to my questions (of which there were several!) they would send me an email to tell me that they’ve replied to my message in the message centre, and I then had to fiddle about logging in to find out what they’d actually said. They’d sent me several links to various help screens, none of which looked like the ones in the diagrams they sent. After quite a bit of to-ing and fro-ing it turned out that after the upgrade that they’d done, I needed to upload to a different place and I needed a new login name to do so. Sadly getting to that realization was rather painful.

I saw that an ELO tribute band had been playing in Hastings last night. Had I not been diseased I might have gone along; I saw they were still advertising tickets yesterday afternoon. A friend who went along said the theatre was half-empty. I suppose mid-week isn’t perhaps the most popular time to go out?

 

And a series of geocaches had gone live on the Romney Marsh this morning. Last time I had the rona I managed a cheeky First to Find. Might this become a thing? I’d seen that people on-line were saying that they’d heard from friends that others had said that their mates reckoned that the overnight storms had left many of the roads to the Romney Marsh flooded, and those roads that weren’t flooded were blocked by fallen trees. However no one was talking from first-hand experience, and Google Maps showed the traffic was moving normally. So I zoomed down to the marsh, pulled up by a road sign… and the heavens opened. I wasn’t put off by the thought of rain as I keep a raincoat in the car. Or so I thought. I wonder where that went?

After a few minutes the rain passed. I soon had the cache in hand. First to Find. Go me. I decided to leave the rest of the series for another time.

I came home, and seeing the rain was still stopped I walked the dogs round the block, then had a five minute pootle in the garden. And I then realised that a little drive out, a walk round the block and five minutes in the garden had been too much for me. I was knackered and sweating. Having decided I’d had quite enough slobbing about feeling sorry for myself I’d made a bit of a plan for today. And I simply wasn’t physically up to it.

I was rather pissed off – the idea of a week’s sick leave is to have a bit of bonus holiday. It certainly was the last time I had the rona. I’d rather have gone to work than have been putting up with this. I sat on the sofa under a pile of dogs sniffling and coughing and watched all of the remaining episode of “The Witcher”.

 

As I binge-watched my phone beeped at me, and reminded me that seven years ago I went for an interview at the Tunbridge Wells Hospital at Pembury. At the time I didn’t think the interview went very well, but I got the job, and accepting the job was one of my better decisions. As an example… On Monday when I go back to work the bosses will ask me how I feel. And it will be with concern. And if I don’t feel well enough I will take more sick leave… and won’t feel guilty for doing so.

In my previous job when I returned to work after sickness I was met by management with sarcasm and passive-aggressive comments about how there had been nothing wrong with me. Once after a bout of dire rear which had had me confined to the chodbin, and once after surgery.

And that was in a place which claimed to have a zero tolerance to bullying.

I should have changed jobs years ago

 

1 November 2023 (Wednesday) - Still Poorly

I woke feeling rather grim at three o’clock so I came downstairs, and watched an episode of “Star Trek: Lower Decks” rather than laying wide awake. I felt a bit tired after that, and it was then that I had a stroke of genius. Bearing in mind I spent so long asleep on the sofa yesterday and the day before, I thought I might have a bit of a kip on the sofa, and not wake up coughing every five minutes.

If the telly is on in broad daylight I am out like a light when on the sofa. Last night in the dark I just gave myself a backache. So I went to back to bed at five o’clock and disturbed the dogs, two of whom then wanted a tiddle. Had I marched Morgan out as well he might not have had the “little accident” that woke me at half past eight.

At least it was only the smallest of accidents. A spot maybe the size of a fifty-pence piece. He held on to most of it to get it outside. But he does need to be tiddled regularly. Here’s a tip that all dachshund owners know very well, but deliberately keep a closely guarded secret. Dachshunds are never particularly good in the toilet training department.

 

I look the sheet to the washing machine, and as it scrubbed I made toast and had a look at the internet. Three Facebook friends were having a birthday today; I sent out my birthday video to the two that have made some attempt t contact me in the last six years. But sending that video isn’t as easy as it once was. Facebook now tells me that the video hasn’t been independently fact-checked and had its veracity confirmed and asks me each time if I want to continue with that in mind.

 

With torrential rain outside and me still feeling like death warmed up I cracked on with the ironing. As I ironed I watched the first episode of “Banged Up”, a TV show in which seven so-called celebrities see how they would cope in prison. The show was rather interesting (and frightening) but could have done with either having real celebrities, or telling us mere mortals who the so-called celebrities actually are. I’d not heard of any of them.

After that I sparked up Netflix and watched three episodes of the most recent series of “The Witcher”. I watched the first two seasons and can remember them being rather good. I watched today’s episodes with some enjoyment, but did have quite the feeling of “WTF was that all about”.

With ironing ironed and seeing a break in the seemingly constant rain I walked the dogs round the block. What with disease the dogs hadn’t had a walk for two days. We went round the block; we didn’t meet anyone, we got home before the rain started again.

 

Feeling a tad knackered after just going round the block I sat back on the sofa with Morgan and Bailey (or “Baby” as “Darcie Waa Waa ^TM” calls her) and watched episodes of “Four in a Bed” in which the people with the cheapest and shabbiest establishment seemed to think that anything better than piss-poor standards was a needless waste of effort.

I do like that show.

During the advert breaks I phoned the garage and the dentist and the hospital and rescheduled all the appointments with people who wouldn’t want to see me if I was diseased.

 

We had fish and chips for tea… and as the evening wore on I began to wilt. And cough. And I think my temperature is going up too.

I thought I was slowly on the mend…