Surprisingly on a
day with no burning need for me to be up early I managed to stay asleep until
7am. I may well have slept longer had I not woken myself by getting tangled in
the hose of my CPAP device.
Having watched all
of “Revolution”, over brekkie I watched “Extras” then took “Furry
Face TM
“ for a walk. As we walked through the
park we found a few dining chairs arranged al-fresco. They were broken and fit
for the bin, but rather than putting them out for the dustmen, someone had
taken the trouble to carry them round to the park to leave them there.
We met Hannah from
the astro club as we walked by the lake; I reminded her that I was closing the
astro club’s members’ survey this morning; she said she’d better get on with
offering an opinion and she pulled out her mobile. Five minutes later my mobile
pinged to tell me I’d received another survey response. Presumably hers.
I never fail to be
amazed by the power of these little mobile phones.
As we reached the
part of our walk furthest from home so the rain started. We strolled across the
Singleton Environment Centre and it was there that we met another small dog.
Fudge expressed his friendship by brandishing his lipstick as only a small
boy-dog can. I wish he wouldn’t do that. We paid the vet good money to
surgically stop that nonsense.
We came home
through the top end of Stanhope where a rather delightful gentleman (who
*could* have been mistaken for a scratter) was sitting on his doorstep
having a fag. This fellow was actually sitting on the doorstep in a very loose
dressing gown, with his “flowers and frolics” hanging out for all to
see. How charming.
Once home
“Furry Face TM “ took himself to his basket and went to sleep. I turned
on the PC and activated SurveyMonkey. In late July I set up a survey to get
people’s opinions about how the astro club is going, and how we might improve.
Our survey said…. Well, I won’t publish the results here. I will say that in
seventy days we had fifty responses; most (pretty
much all) of which were positive and encouraging. Those who were less than
gushing in their praise were those who had only ever attended occasionally;
which is what you might expect.
I then took myself off to bed for the afternoon,
and slept like a log until I was woken by a phone call from some twat whose
records told him that I had a frozen pension. I told him that my records told
me that he should stick his records up his arse. I found it very odd that I had
to repeat this several times before he got the message.
Now being awake I got up (taking care to let a certain sleeping dog
lie) and I went downstairs. I got out my sax; thinking that I might get a
quick toot in. Unfortunately “Furry Face TM “ was
also feeling musical and he came and sang along. Having seen the video I posted
yesterday I’m not sure which of the two of us is worst.
I’m off to work
now. Night shift….
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