28 September 2016 (Wednesday) - Before the Night Shift
I wouldn’t say I slept well last night. I slept for quite some time, but was plagued with rather vivid and troublesome dreams. So much so that I was quite unsettled for most of the day.
Over brekkie I had a look-see on line. Not much had really changed overnight. In the news politicians continued doing what they do, on social media various pots continued to accuse kettles of being black. In my inbox was an email from LinkedIn suggesting I might apply for various jobs in Manchester and there was an email from Amazon suggesting I buy that which I’ve already bought from them. Some things never change.
I did see that someone had posted (on Facebook) that old chestnut about not responding to letters through the door about parcel deliveries and 0906 phone numbers. Whilst it was once an active scam, it was shut down eleven years ago. I thought about pointing this out but thought better of doing so; I’m sure that someone along the line would make a point of taking offence if I did so.
Bearing in mind that Wednesday is Brat Club (or “Mother & Toddlers” in the more select circles) we didn’t go out with "Daddy’s Little Angel TM" and "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM" for our walk today. Instead me and "Furry Face TM" made a quick circuit of the park. As we walked my dog tried to hump another dog. Unfortunately it was the dog of the silly old bat who thinks that neutered dogs have a happy chubby smile. She started shrieking before Fudge had got within ten yards of her dog. I felt rather sorry for her dog; he was straining at the lead and obviously wanted to play. I suggested the dog be allowed off the lead; she looked at me as though that was the weirdest thing she’d ever heard.
After that even exchanging pleasantries with OrangeHead paled into insignificance.
We came home. I hung the washing out, mowed the lawn, had a rake-up, and cleaned out the fish pond filter. How easy it is to type that out… it took two hours to do and left me smelling of fish poo.
I then slobbed in front of the telly watching stuff from the SkyPlus box. I do this – it has the advantage of being able to fast-forward through the adverts. Does anyone actually watch adverts any more?
I then spent the afternoon in bed.
I would have liked to have slept longer, but that wasn’t happening so instead I watched more telly. And now I’m off to the night shift… still bothered by the nightmares *and* smelling of fish poo…