Woke up to the alarm. Walked to Willowbrook Centre. Had my hair cut. All done by 9:20. Started work. Rudely interrupted by management, thought they were going to moan about something, I was pleasantly surprised. Anyway, work was hard and very stressful. Walked both dogs. Whitened teeth. Went for a run. Started looking at planning next years holiday. One more day of work, one day of packing and then we are off for the week. Will be nice to get away.

So started at 7:30AM, drove to the dentist just after ten. Appointment was at 11. He had a good look at my teeth and was pleased with the whitening progress. I did explain that it was over 30 2.5 hour sessions. So looking at the front, the resin filler wasn’t required. He instead used a diamond cut polish across the front so the bleach and cut in a bit more. It’s got the remaining brown off the top of those anyway. He’s also replaced another amalgam. Actually completely rebuilt the side of it using resin. I’ll end up with more resin in my gob than the whole of Disney. Came back and had lunch, then did another whitening session. Eventually walked the dogs. Sasha was fine. Took Dillon round and made the bad mistake of bumping into the old codger with the greyhound. The dog is fine. He’s a pain in the ass. Starts off with ‘those road works have been there two weeks now and they’ve done fuck all’. Followed by ‘now can I ask a question? We are paying for all this, and all they’ve done is put some cones out’. I failed to get the question. He then moved on to street lamps, I wish he’d strung himself up on one. ‘They are going to replace them all with these LED ones’. ‘Can I ask you a question? How much are they actually going to save?’. Well at least I got a question that time, if not a very interesting one. Apparently they aren’t very reliable. A shame his pacemaker isn’t suffering the same fate. After a briefing that the council ordered 6,000 head units for said lampposts from Canada and 6,000 failed within six months. He then moved on to Syrian refugees. Probably the less said about that the better, but one things for certain, he isn’t going to stand at Dover welcoming them all in with gifts. About three times I said I had to go. In the end I just said ‘Bye for now’, turned and walked away. He was rabbiting about the war. I felt sorry for the greyhound, he’s 13 and had to put up with this drivel everyday of his life. Did some more work. Went for a run. Had shower and ate salad. Now I’m going to drink wine then go to bed. Hair cut tomorrow.

Work was once again fairly uninteresting. Jamie apologised for his behaviour. He did have a bit of a headache and hasn’t left the house at all today. We were meant to be getting out hair cut today, but the woman ended up pissing us about, so I’ve booked myself in for first thing Thursday morning up the road. Walked Sasha, Jamie took Dillon out later, ah he did leave the house. I had an email notification in about a new cache 0.8 miles away, I got there in 18 minutes from being published, that’s my second ‘first to find’, so quite pleased with that one. Went out and ran for an hour and a half. Ate salad. Think I’m going to turn in with a large glass of wine, I’ve got an early start tomorrow as I’m off to the dentist again.

It was Monday, I really hate work on Mondays. It’s no real different to any other day really, but I can just never get into it. I had a bug on the old project that I needed to look at, so soon got stuck into it. As the weather was beautiful yet again I took a couple of hour breaks and took the dogs out. Walked to the gym, did Combat, walked home. That’ll be it for the gym now until I come back from holiday, as the first week with the kids back at school and it turns into a stomach and flu ward. There were three of us in Combat, fighting for space, it was fun though. Came back and had to work until very late to make up for my breaks. Jamie staggered in and announced he’d had four pints. and that he actually liked ‘Thatchers’. Five minutes later he was standing completely naked above the toilet throwing up violently. After ten minutes he was sat on it head in hand. Where he remained for the best part of two hours. He then made it on to the bed and fell asleep. That’s about the first time he’s ever gone to bed and not been connected to headphones. I took the mop upstairs and then spent the next half-hour cleaning the diced carrot collective off my Brabantia loo brush. And where the fuck did all that white rice come from? I have a feeling he may not be so keen on ‘Thatchers’ tomorrow. Four pints, tut, lightweight. He’s fine now, I can hear the snoring down here.

Woke up at 8:30, far too early. Had another try and woke up at 10:30, much better. Breakfast for three. Two coffees . Bleached teeth. Walked Sasha for an hour. It was a beautiful day. Came back and dug Jamie out of bed, we took the dogs to the field, so Sasha had an extra surprise hour of running around. Came back and then drove to Weston. MIL sewed the dodgy button on my trousers, top marks. I was amazed by the garden, how much love and attention can be paid to whats actually quite a small plot. Considering what a complete shit hole mine looks like. Food was much appreciated, a good selection of protein rich meats and poultry with sufficient carbs. She is a tad obsessed about our safety in Turkey though. I’m not entirely sure if she’s more concerned with us joining Islamic State, or being mugged by them. I’m sure what they are really after are a couple of fading homosexuals. As for being mugged, Antalya is almost exclusively Russian, you really don’t want to fuck with them. It’s well over a 1,000 kilometres from Antalya to Syria. To put that into context it’s 3,000 kilometres between Bristol and Moscow, and the Ruskies have nukes….It’s also 600 kilometres from Bristol to Edinburgh, I’d fear more being mugged by a pissed Scotsman. Yes, I will venture out of the hotel, I usually go running around these places and have a bit of an explore. You really can’t go around being in fear all the time or you wouldn’t do anything. To be honest I’m feeling a little bit sorry for the Turk’s. Apart from agriculture, their major income is from tourism. They have fantastic weather, great hospitality and beautiful hotels, even if they are all owned by the Russians. All this isis stuff is really hitting them hard. Still, I’m sure it will be very uneventful and we’ll have a great time. Jamie is already planning next years holiday. Maybe by then he would have done some washing.

So woke up fairly early. Well it was about half eight. So got up and made breakfast for three. Then I read the paper. Then I subjected Jamie to a mini-rave from my iPad, now thanks to Apple Music, which consisted of every possible tune I hated, including St. Winifred’s School Choir and Clive Dunn. Still, we ‘raised the roof’ at the end of it, with ‘Insomnia’, by Faithless, which is one thing Jamie was no longer suffering from. Walked the dogs. Had a light lunch and then we ventured into town to do what good gays do, go shopping. Bought a nice long sleeved shirt, to go with my shot sleeved one, socks, beech shoes. And finally we ended up in Superdry, where I could near enough buy the whole store, in medium, mainly because their small is designed for small Japanese embryos. Came home and went for a run. Did the accounts. Decided I’m poor. In the bit of a mood for a film, lets see what Amazon has. One thing that puzzled me and there are two dog beds on the landing, each one containing exactly one dog, yet they’ve never been formally introduced, how do they know they are dog beds?

Slept a lot better last night, must be due to that bottle and a half of wine. Woke up this morning with a little bit of a headache but not much else. Work was fine, managed to get a load of stuff checked in which I’ve been working on for weeks which was nice. Walked both dogs. Put my washing on, as before, Jamie now does his own washing as he moaned about the way I did it. That was about five weeks ago now, he hasn’t done any washing since. Walked to the gym, did Pump, walked home, did more work. Now time for pizza then bed.

Spent the worst night I’ve had in ages. I sneaked off to the spare room as I thought someone had shoved a spear up my nostril into my eye socket. My sinus collapsed. Jamie thought I was in a piss with him, of course I wasn’t, I just wanted to die in pain alone. Tried work in the morning, that wasn’t happening. I found I was fine if I wasn’t sat down or lying down, so I route marched the dogs for about five hours. They enjoyed it. Finally did some work around 4PM. I was feeling a damn sight better by then. I’ve had this before. I know the cause, its rather annoying.

So signed up to Apple Music. Three month free trial. Going on holiday in a couple of weeks so need some tunes. Dug out an old iPod and set it all up. I have access to 30 Million tunes. I’m still trying to find obscure shit it doesn’t have, so far I haven’t succeeded.

Woke up with a bit of a blocked nostril, not a cold, more a sinus infection. Rather annoying. Most probably caused by being at 2,000ft in the air for five hours. Work was dull, couldn’t really concentrate on it. Walked the dogs. Put cream on Dillon’s bum, twice. Walked to the gym in the rain and then did Pump. Walked home. Ate salad. Think I’m going to bed with a hot drink. Ordered a new Kindle. The excitement.

Spent the day working on bugs in the last project for the next patch which wasn’t very exciting. Took Dillon to the vet to look at his arse. Now has some cream, may need a little op, he doesn’t seem remotely bothered by someone jamming their finger up his bum. He’s now collapsed on the couch above me, with more of his bowel outside than in. Went for another run.

Found some news on ‘The Smiler’ incident. “Even though The Smiler locked up all other trains and froze them in their locations like it should have, an operations and a maintenance employee decided to put the ride into maintenance mode and override the safety checks already put into place. They dispatched a train which was then sent flying into the valleyed train on the track causing serious injury to everyone on board and two people had to have their legs amputated.

Alton Towers, in a recent statement, admitted that the accident was in fact operator error (as described above) and not a fault of the ride malfunctioning.” So that’s pretty much the conclusion I came to about the day after it happened. Problem is, it really shouldn’t have happened in the first place.