I slept like a log last
night. I've been *really* tired these last few days; I wonder
if I'm sickening for something?
Over brekkie (shared
with my dog) I watched an episode of "Are You Being
Served" which I hadn't already seen a hundred times before.
In this one our heroes had been transferred to the toy department.
Mrs Slocombe was bemoaning the inadequacies of a mechanical pussy
(Captain Peacock preferred the real thing) and Miss Brahms
kept interfering with Mr Humphries' Wibblie-Wobblies.
As I took "Furry
Face TM" for our morning walk I was rather
disheartened. Over the weekend I pressure-washed the front garden. I
shifted all the grubbiness from the concrete paving and the garden
looked pristine. Overnight we'd had heavy rain and the paving was
back to its old black self.
Apart from losing our
tennis ball our walk passed off relatively uneventfully for once.
Mind you there was an interesting five minutes as we walked up Beaver
Road. One young lady with a particularly defiant expression
(seemingly on her way to school) was wearing a completely
transparent blouse under which was a rather saucy red bra. There are
those who would leer at such attire. Me - I just had "Swadelands
flashbacks" remembering when as a father of a daughter I was
hauled before the schoolteachers at Swadelands school to listen to a
tirade of crimes committed by a difficult child.
Even now I have trouble
going anywhere near the village of Lenham where the school was (and
still is)
And with that daughter in
mind and having a few minutes before the late shift, I drove down to
Folkestone to see the baby. The last time I visited I had to park
several streets away; the parking was so tight. Today was different;
I parked right outside the house.
Littlun is growing *so*
fast; he's over a stone in eight now. And he's crawling. I say
"crawling"; he's mobile. He shifts about the floor
using both legs and one arm. When he figures out how to use all four
limbs there will be no stopping him. Mind you he was intrigued with
my shoe-laces. I lost count of the amount of times he deliberately
undid them.
"Daddies Little
Angel TM" is apparently teaching him sign
language. She has this theory that babies naturally use Maketon.
I can't see it myself...
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