3 January 2017 (Tuesday) - This n That
I had a surprisingly good night - no caffeine perhaps? Mind you I was still awake before the alarm. I came down and chivvied the dogs into a cold garden to do their "business" then they both charged upstairs to my bed.
Over toast I watched an episode of Thunderbirds and with a little time on my hands I watched an episode of Dad's Army. It was during this that "Furry Face TM" came back downstairs, and we sat together for a few minutes whilst I combed him. He likes that.
I set off to work rather earlier than I might have done. There was a lot of ice to be scraped off of my car, and when I could finally see out of the windows the street was totally blocked by traffic. Coming up the street was a dustbin lorry, and trying to go down the street was a load of traffic which didn't have the sense to take a thirty-second detour down the side road.
As I drove to work the pundits on the radio had a new theory why dinosaurs became extinct - apparently their eggs took too long to incubate.
And there was lots of talk about the government's new initiative to provide cheap housing for first time buyers.
It struck me as very odd that a capitalistic party would be doing something quite so socialist, but what do I know?
I went to Morrisons for stuff; probably the last time I will be in there at 7.30am, and went on to work. I'd not been there for a while. Part of me was wondering if leaving was a good idea. Within eleven minutes I was convinced I should go.
I then spent much of the morning worrying about "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM". Today was his first morning at nursery. It turned out he had a good time; I’d been worrying over nothing.
As I came home this evening there was an article about the author C.S. Lewis on the radio. Some pompous windbags were trying to read all sorts of blather into the books he wrote about Narnia. Apparently the lion Aslan was allegorical for Jesus. I recognised these pompous windbags as being *exactly* the sort of people who bend over backwards to spoil literature.
My English teachers at school were just the same.
Once home I walked the dogs round the block. It was an utter disaster. The puppy had her coat on and didn’t cry, but she was swarming all over the place and made a misery of the entire walk. For the last fifty yards I was dragging her home.
I then got my fishing gear together and was rather disappointed to find that the seat-box that "er indoors TM" had got me for Christmas was actually far too small to be of any use to me.
Being Tuesday we had planned to gather the clans, but all sort of unforeseen eventualities prevented that so we had a lazy evening in. I sorted out a Facebook event for the astro club’s next meeting.
I could have done a lot more… but I just slobbed about.