I had to get up at 6 am for a drive to Scunthorpe General Hospital and an MRI scan to go with the CT job yesterday at Grimsby DPoW. I have about 6 hours a night, but broken up by at least one loo visit, thanks to the current problem. I go out like a light and sleep like a log, fortunately for marital peace I wake for the loo!
Before bed last night, I moved ours and neighbours bins under respective windows to escape the wind. For the first time in almost 15 years here, that did not work: bins all over the place on the deck. My dear old Gert was out of the bathroom first and picked them up. Knowing it was going to remain windy and get worse, I pushed them into the rear garden and behind the shed.
The roads to Scunny were bad, especially the A18/M180, which has long straight stretches of dual carriageway across open Lincolnshire land. Notices everywhere that Humber bridge was closed to High-Siders and working one carriageway only, which meant that all the trucks from Hull, M62 Eastbound traffic and North Humber were using the same roads as me. I was mostly driving with righte hand holding the wheel towards the left. Trucks and other high-siders were weaving about, it was impossible to maintain more than 50 mph and I was leaving big gaps behind traffic in front. Quite a few trucks off the road and onto verges. One idiot in an Audi TT shot past me at about 80+, I spotted him a few miles further on. half-buried in a ploughed field. Much quieter and sunny coming back. I was away about 7 hours, a long scan and had to wait 2 hours before I could drive. So we had the worst sandwiches ever in Scunny Hospital Restaurant. It was that, dried up Pizza or some foreign muck that looked as if it had already been eaten at least once. Egg and chips would have been heaven. Added to which, the automated technological marvels that are the electronic hospital parking pay machines, both threw a hissy fit. Massive queue trying to get home, caused by one of two machines officially ‘Out Of Order’ and the other b***ixed by a stupid, gum-chewing tart who could not master her registration number and sent her mum to find it after 5 tries of entering several versions of what she THOUGHT it was. Mum came back with the correct version but the machine had given up by then. I was expecting a lynch party, lots of discontent behind in the ranks. “Technician” came down after about 30 minutes, opened both machines, threw an “Off-On” switch and they both worked. Fortunately he stayed to help the gum chewer work it out.
Got home in darkness and it must have been sunny at home, because the Solar Power Blue Tit above the front door was shining. Have to put a pic of that on sometime. Battening down the hatches for the night now.
When the Thought Police arrive at your door, think -
I'm out.
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