Yesterday morning I set
my alarm for 6am as I needed to be up promptly for work. I forgot to
un-set it, and it woke me at 6am this morning. With "er
indoors TM" away for the weekend I'd let
"Furry Face TM" sleep at the foot
of the bed and he was raring to go. So rather than farting about we
went out for a little walk. Bearing in mind his propensity for
causing mayhem I think I may well take him for more walks at 6am. No
one else was awake. Apart from two attempts to roll in fox poo the
walk passed off completely without incident.
Once home I watered "er
indoors TM" 's tomato plant. There's no
denying I'm amazed it has lasted a week. I can't say I'm impressed
with it, but I'm not having it die whilst she's away; I'd be dead as
ice cubes. I then got out the shears and gave myself a quick haircut
then scoffed a quick bit of brekkie. As I scoffed and watched "Family
Guy" I sorted the undercrackers I put on to wash last night.
There can't be many people sorting undercrackers so early on a
Saturday morning.
I then ironed shirts to
"Toddlers and Tiaras"; I've blogged about this show
before. In today's episode one of the judges openly admitted that the
top prized usually go to those children who've had most money spent
on them. Bearing in mind the parents fork out thousands I'm glad that
"Daddies Little Angel TM" stuck
with her baton twirling. That was judged on merit. I know that
because she won *loads* of trophies and I didn't spend a
bean.
I then wasted an hour
trying to wrestle AVG anti-virus into Windows 10 only to eventually
find that he built-in anti-virus would automatically disable any
anti-virus I might try to install. I wish it had told me that right
at the start.
I then wasted more time
by submitting readings from the leccie and gas meters. I'd had an
email asking for readings. I logged into my account which told me I
was one hundred quid in credit; I read the meters and entered the
figures on the website. Suddenly I was twenty quid in the red.
After
a minor squabble with the most recent frui of my loin about the
difference between Kate Bush and Dana (One is
hyper-sexy with zips on her tits and the other is a hippy) I then
popped to see the neighbours a few doors down to complain about their
tree. Well, not so much to complain as to tell them that
him-next-door had told me to complain; I wasn't going to lie to them.
I then set off on the
main business of the day... I walked up to the railway station where
I met Steve and Sarah. We got the train southwards and it all becane
very vague...I took
a few photos whilst we were out. Perhaps they will give me a clue
as to what happened...
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