I wasn't feeling quite
one hundred per cent on Saturday and following that with a rather
strenuous walk yesterday I slept like a log last night; finally
waking just before the alarm. I woke to find I was cuddling my dog as
though he were a teddy bear. He really should spend the night in his
basket.
He actually took himself
to his basket as I had my brekkie, and he snored whilst I watched
"Dad's Army". Today's episode was lamer than usual; and
that took some doing.
As I drove to work one of
the leading lights in the Scottish Nationalist party was being
interviewed. It was amazing how he flatly refused to answer a
straight question despite having been repeatedly asked that question.
I suppose it's what politicians do. And we keep electing them.
I stopped off at
Morrisons for some shopping. There was one manned till open and there
were half a dozen people queuing up the aisles to be served to be
served. The self-service checkouts were deserted. I went to the
self-service checkouts and on the third attempt found one that
worked. I got myself a couple of shopping bags ready to fill, and the
sour-faced harridan charged with overseeing the self-service area
promptly tidied them away from me. I made the observation that it
speaks volumes the people would rather queue for fifteen minutes than
use the self-service machines that don't work. Sour-faced harridan
launched a bitter tirade at me. I'm tempted to put in another formal
complaint to the store's head office. It might get me another
money-off voucher.
As I drove away I
realised I'd not got the drain unblocking juice I went in to get.
I got to work a few
minutes early, and sat in the rest room for a bit. Breakfast TV was
playing an article about low
self esteem in women. Having comprehensively attacked the
cosmetics industry they then had a commercial break filled with
adverts for every form of make-up known to science.
The weather was
particularly good today; very warm as I had my lunchtime sax
practice. As I made a noise two rather fierce-looking car park
attendants came over and glared at my parking permit for ten minutes.
Neither actually said anything but I could see they were itching to
find some fault. Eventually they wandered off to bother someone else
and I carried on making my noises.
Once home I took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk. As we walked so many
other dog walkers greeted my dog by name. How does everyone else know
his name? He then ran up to a group of young girls who were cooing
about how sweet he was. He got to within two feet of them, stopped,
squatted, and poured out a generous quantity of dire-rear. Charming.
Who'd have a dog?
After tea "er
indoors TM" set off bowling and I firstly
sorted my undercrackers then ironed shirts. This was rather dull, but
with dull domesticity done I watched telly. Gotham and Game of
Thrones - and I stayed awake for the lot.
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