The Lodge, Sandy May 2013.

Ooopps. Just found this entry which I uploaded photos for, but did not enter any explanation or captions.

Oh well, the photos are pretty!

It is a visit I made to the RSPB's reserve and headquarters at The Lodge, Sandy back in May.

I am not sure if this post will appear in the right place, or whether it will pop up at the top of the timeline. Only one way to find out.....

What I am doing today.

It's my day off.

I'm having a bit of a tidy up. Mrs HB is out for most of the day.

First I am re-arranging kitchen cupboards to try to fit in all the jam and pickle we have made recently.

I have thrown away some old food  (I really hate doing that, I detest waste)  including a packet of poppadoms we should have used over six years ago. How does this happen? The cupboard itself is only four years old!

Cleaned out shed.

Cleaned out rabbits.

Fettled bicycle.

And time for tea. Soya milk as a protest against the culling of badgers. 

I am not sure that boycotting british (deliberate small 'b') dairy farmers is really targetting the true offenders. I believe the cull is more about promoting the interests of shooters and the semi-domesticated Indian chickens they like to blast away at.

Wow, done all that stuff and its not even lunchtime!

In which bus, train, bicycle and walking are clearly inferior to the Great God Motor-Car.

Yesterday at work my boss asked if I would be willing to work for three months at another unit within my NHS Trust. The unit, in a neighbouring town, is having some staffing difficulties.
It is some ten miles away and is served by frequent buses. It is just two stops on the railway, and I can walk or cycle at the other end.

If it were summer I would cycle all the way.
So that's easy then. 

Er, actually no. The modern matron did not want me because I do not own a car.

Lucky she does not know who always arrives first at my regular place of work or she would look stupid.


*  Update.  A few days later one of our qualified nurses was an hour late for work as she could not remember where she had left her car keys.

Can't believe it is three months since I wrote something here.      But it is.