...And No Rest...
I had to wake up early on Sunday morning in order to go to Heathrow and meet my nephew off a flight from Nairobi. That done, I then headed off to Hayes to spend the day helping with an amateur radio Foundation course. Nine students turned up on day, and they all passed, one only just, and one with full marks. When I got home from that I had a quick supper, and then drove my nephew down to a B&B near Crawley where he's spending his weekdays for the next few weeks while he does some electrician's training. By the time I got home from that it felt like it had been a very long day.
I didn't get up in a hurry on Monday. Early in the afternoon I headed for Gants Hill to return Mich and Marilisa's instruments, and then on to Cambridge to return Deborah's tech kit. Those drives were uneventful. However, after I'd gone to the Cambridge Tesco's to fill up with fuel, my sat-nav decided that the quickest way for me to get home was to go through the centre of Cambridge. As soon as I realised what it was doing I took evasive action, but even so I ended up driving through parts of Cambridge I've not visited in forty years, and it took me longer than I'd have liked to extract myself from the situation, so I ended up taking a break at Birchanger Services on the way home, and got home a little later than I'd hoped. At least the motorway traffic was running smoothly.
On Tuesday morning I had a dental appointment to have a troublesome tooth extracted. I had been filled three times, each time deeper than the time before, and each time it had found new and interestingly painful ways to decay further. The extraction process went fairly smoothly, but I didn't feel up to much for the rest of the day. I did a little shopping to get food I could eat without causing the now-empty tooth socket too much trouble, though.
On Wednesday I tried to take things easy, though I did get out for a bit of a walk. In the evening there was a radio club committee meeting. It ran a little later than I'd have liked, but it was at least a calm and relaxed meeting.
On Thursday morning I was awake in time to catch the weekly GB2CW Morse practice broadcast, and didn't do too badly, considering. In the afternoon I headed for the bank on foot, taking in a bit of Ingress along the way. In the evening I went out for a short meeting with the leaders of one of the local scout troops to discuss details for a JOTA (Jamboree On The Air) station on of the local radio clubs is planning to help run. I got to bed rather late.
This morning I woke up a little earlier than I'd have liked, but I have managed to get some things done...
Somehow, through all of the last fortnight plus, I've managed to keep my Duolingo streak alive, and only had to burn one streak-freeze. I'm up to 389 days and 60% on the German-from-English course.
I didn't get up in a hurry on Monday. Early in the afternoon I headed for Gants Hill to return Mich and Marilisa's instruments, and then on to Cambridge to return Deborah's tech kit. Those drives were uneventful. However, after I'd gone to the Cambridge Tesco's to fill up with fuel, my sat-nav decided that the quickest way for me to get home was to go through the centre of Cambridge. As soon as I realised what it was doing I took evasive action, but even so I ended up driving through parts of Cambridge I've not visited in forty years, and it took me longer than I'd have liked to extract myself from the situation, so I ended up taking a break at Birchanger Services on the way home, and got home a little later than I'd hoped. At least the motorway traffic was running smoothly.
On Tuesday morning I had a dental appointment to have a troublesome tooth extracted. I had been filled three times, each time deeper than the time before, and each time it had found new and interestingly painful ways to decay further. The extraction process went fairly smoothly, but I didn't feel up to much for the rest of the day. I did a little shopping to get food I could eat without causing the now-empty tooth socket too much trouble, though.
On Wednesday I tried to take things easy, though I did get out for a bit of a walk. In the evening there was a radio club committee meeting. It ran a little later than I'd have liked, but it was at least a calm and relaxed meeting.
On Thursday morning I was awake in time to catch the weekly GB2CW Morse practice broadcast, and didn't do too badly, considering. In the afternoon I headed for the bank on foot, taking in a bit of Ingress along the way. In the evening I went out for a short meeting with the leaders of one of the local scout troops to discuss details for a JOTA (Jamboree On The Air) station on of the local radio clubs is planning to help run. I got to bed rather late.
This morning I woke up a little earlier than I'd have liked, but I have managed to get some things done...
Somehow, through all of the last fortnight plus, I've managed to keep my Duolingo streak alive, and only had to burn one streak-freeze. I'm up to 389 days and 60% on the German-from-English course.