Usual crap night’s sleep but during my wanderings around the BBC podcast world I came across some triumphal works designed to help me nod off. One was eight hours of the sound of rain. I listened to ten minutes of it. Was good but didn’t get me off to sleep. Then I was offered an hour long shipping forecast with the sound of waves in between the voice. Wow. It did the trick. I set the sleep timer to the end of the show just to make sure that nothing else came afterwards and have no idea how far into the hour I nodded off. The fun thing about that podcast was that the weather was terrible everywhere. There were even a few “rising to violent storm force elevens”. I think that was the term, violent. Might be wrong but you get the gist. I like the idea of stormy weather. Nature at its grandest, most powerful. A time humanity must cower in its safe places to avoid the worst.
This morning I don’t think I can find the exact same podcast. Maybe it’s a time of day thing. I’ll be looking out for it tonight. You must be able to favourite something like that.
Update. Found it using my laptop – better UI than the phone app. It’s called the Sleeping Forecast – Seascapes. It’s the one with the sound of waves. There are other episodes with curated calming music but those are not the podcasts I seek 🙂
This time one week ago I was still in bed in the Park Hospital. Earlier I’d had visits from Dr Brown the anaesthetist and Mr Manktelow the surgeon who drew a black arrow on my left thigh just to remind himself the difference between left and right. I had a surgical gown to change into but didn’t see the point of getting up, showered and dressed and then changing again into the gown. The knifing was scheduled for 12:04!
A week into the new hip there is progress but I’m still very much in healing mode.
Two visitors to the lake last night. Reynard the fox came at 02:05 and a solitary muntjac deer popped in earlier at 01:06. There must be two groups of deer because I either see a single as was the case this morning or a mother and youngun. Tis always the same fox I believe.
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Must admit I’m a bit on the bored side this morning. I’ve moved operations into the shed as that gives me more scope for things to do. Blasting out some Beatles while I figure out what to do. If you are bored for long enough you get off your arse and do stuff but my arse ain’t particularly mobile at the mo. I do have to make a start on sorting my screw collection but that is what the dark winter months are for. I am irrationally excited about sorting out my screws. When he visited the workshop yesterday Ajax mentioned that he tears the screw size label off the box and sticks it in with the screws in the carrying case. I bought pre filled cases of screws. The lid of the carrying case of a couple of them does identify the contents but not which compartments contain specific screw types. Maybe it does. It won’t be checked until the project starts for real.