Started later than usual, mainly as I was feeling very tired. I haven’t had any issues with sleeping lately, so must just be that I was knackered. Dragged myself to the long commute to work. Had coffee and breakfast, fed everyone else and cracked on. I’m trying to look at two tasks at once at the moment, nothing stressful, actually quite interesting. Weather is awful. Walked both dogs in the rain. Walked to the gym in the rain. Did Combat. Walked home in the rain. Ate salad. Will no doubt go to sleep in the rain.

Well the weather was so piss poor today I decided just to work instead and build up the time for when it’s better. Ended up doing seven hours, while it was pissing down outside. Working on something a bit different today. Eventually it did stop raining and I took the dogs out. Did the accounts and went for a long run. Finished off with a bath. Back to work tomorrow, so very much like today.

So yesterday started very early. There was an event that I’m not going to talk about here as it’s not about me that was due to occur and we were waiting to hear about, but as with many times before it was postponed and postponed quite late which was annoying. Anyway, so back to plan B which was the company do. Jumped in the car as I’d already had a case packed just in case (no pun intended). And actually made it there just in time for the teams to be assembled. We had various activities, including ‘power turns’ which are these great twin engine buggy things. Rifle shooting, which I was okay at. Archery, which oddly I found I was very good at. Axe throwing, not that great, even if I was imagining the target was mother. Then we had this team building game where we had to go from one side of a spiders web to the other. It was made out of bungee cord and there was a plastic spider at the bottom. If you touched the cord it would slowly move down it. You could only pass one person through one hole though, so me being the lightest was posted through one of the top ones, Anders and Richard had similar treatment. The bigger guys stumbled through the others in various ways. We managed about sixty-five holes in twenty minutes. We then had quad bikes and these strange Argo tank things. Oh, and blind Land Rover driving. We did pretty good considering our team was all over forty. We finished second overall. Then we had human table football, which was this inflatable thing where you have to move across poles. It was a knockout comp between the six teams. Now Richard and I played up front for our team. Neither is particularly a ‘football’ person. Both of us scored and both of us really enjoyed it. But it was very knackering. And how did our team of past-its do? Well, we actually won.

The evening mostly consisted of eating very mediocre food, drinking vast quantities of wine and singing some very bad karaoke, mainly in duets with Steve. I actually ended up going to bed at about midnight, it was a very tiring day.

Got up fairly early and had breakfast at nine-ish. Was planning on doing some Geocaching, but something had gone wonky on the GPS as it said the closest one was over 35Km’s away. So drove home instead which took almost four hours.

Had lunch and then headed out for a couple more sheep. Went for a run and now had pizza. Dillon still can’t play the piano.

Work was fairy dull, but I did manage to get high precision normals all working in the end which has taken bloody ages. There were a few oddities at work today, which I’m not going into. There’s actually quite a lot that I’m not going to go in to. I’m not sure if I’ll be going to this do tomorrow either, yet something else I’m not going into. Went for a ‘quick run’ which took an hour and twenty minutes and was about 8 miles or something. I’m avoiding flying for a while, my mental state isn’t great, not the sort of person you want in the air.

So work was quite dull today, couldn’t get 100% in to it, I’m kind of between a couple of bits and couldn’t find the enthusiasm to move on. So ended up doing some SDK updates and looking at a few bugs. Weather was awful. Sasha only got a walk late in the day. Working on something dental at the moment, no progress yet. Didn’t walk to the gym, so drove there early and did a bit on the treadmill. Did Pump. Then a bit more on the treadmill before driving home. Busy day tomorrow, need to pack some stuff for Friday and plan the journey, which will be a long one.

So started work at 7:30 to take an hour or so in before taking Dillon to the vet for his kennel cough booster. Can back and did more work. Today was all about removing samplers, which is fine in theory, but testing on three platforms is a right pain. Thankfully, it is all working now though. Walked Sasha as Dillon walked to the vet. Had an early lunch and then went to the dentist. Appointment two of three, not sure when the next one will be, depends how the next couple of weeks go I guess. Finished work just before seven. Then went out and ran fifteen miles. The running was fine, although it did get a bit chilly towards the end. Came home and had a shower, then basically seized up, can’t move at all. Think I’ll lie on the couch and drink wine.

So woke up this morning and weighed. Considering I walked almost thirty miles over the weekend I was somewhat disappointed by the result. I seemed to have put on weight. I put it down to not drinking enough water and probably being backed-up with curry. I’ll stick to the numbers and see what happens. Work was okay, I guess. Spent the bulk of it on one glitch bug, but thankfully traced the cause, it will take a little while to fix it properly though. Walked both dogs. Walked to the gym, did Combat. The Fitbit is now all working properly with myfitnesspal. Tomorrow I have to take Dillon to the vet and then dentist visit number two. I’ll probably go running tomorrow night, it’s been at least a few days since I’ve done a half marathon.

So woke up early. No bum sex but a little bit of playing around. Had a single coffee and breakfast, walked Sasha, Dillon wasn’t interested at all. So had a very early lunch and then headed out on a fourteen mile six hour trek across the city. Headed past the station across the university (and picked up a geocache I’d missed along the way). Then over Snuff Mill and picked up the first one, then it was up to Stapleton for the next and finally over to Warmley for the third. Then a long trek back home. Made it in the six hours though. Had a nice sit down and a coffee and then did all the dishes and had a bath. Now treating myself to a nice Jalfrezi (all home made), it’s rather too high in sodium but everything else is fine.

So this morning started with the usual coffee, breakfast for three and reading the paper. Took the dogs for a walk. Then walked to the other end of town to do a home check for a kitten. Walked home, had lunch and then walked all the way to Cribbs to do a home check there for a dog. Then walked to the shopping place thing and did three Shauns. Walked to Argos and got some new kitchen scales, exactly the same as the old ones. They lasted a number of years of abuse. Sorted out my syncing issues between fitbit and myfitnesspal, so hopefully that will fully work now. Walked home. So by the time I was on to the home check this morning I’d knocked up 10,000 steps. By the time I got home I’d knocked up 30,000 steps and 12 miles of walking. Did the accounts. Feel quite tired, tomorrow I think I may do some walking.

I’m going to take the rather controversial point of view here, you may call me a heartless bastard. But lets get one thing straight, I give a hell of a lot of money to animal charities. I’m not talking ‘can you give just two pounds a month’, I give hundreds, sometimes thousands a year (you get good tax breaks). But one thing that has really got on my goat lately is the continued request by certain charities for donations for vet bills for dogs, or rather ‘dog’. What happens is you get some poor ancient animal thats no doubt been abused and abandoned and has ended up in some Welsh pound. It’s scheduled to die. Someone goes in from some rescue charity and drives hundreds of miles to pick up this sick animal and then bring it back to an animal sanctuary where it will get treated by a vet costing tens of thousands of pounds, where hopefully it will be adopted again. All very nobel? Well indeed. But I have a serious problem with this. That person who has driven all those miles to pick up said dog walks down the aisle of kennels where many healthy dogs are there through no fault of their own, young dogs, abandoned dogs, loving dogs who all just want a home. So old ancient dog is picked up and everyone is expected to donate for its bills. What happens to all the other dogs which only required their shots and a bit of worming? I’ll tell you. They get 20cc of sodium pentathol in the leg on the pound floor. The last thing they see in life is a strip light and some lackey holding them down. So, no, I won’t donate to the vets bills. For the cost of one dog you could have saved twenty.