Not a bad night’s sleep really. The
banishment of the puppy from under the covers continues. So rather than
rummaging about under the covers she does spend an inordinate amount of time
marching about all over me. But she’s still a baby really.
Over brekkie I watched a very old
episode of “Dad’s Army”, and when it
finished I found the telly was tuned to “Off the Hook: Extreme Catches”. It was a disappointment; supposedly a
fishing show, the wrestler who presented the show gave up with rod and line and
dived into the water to wrestle with a catfish. For no reason I could fathom he
enlisted the help of two bikini-clad bimbos to wrestle with the catfish too. He
then went in search of sea urchins; apparently each sea urchin has five gonads,
and you eat them raw.
Yuk!
I had a quick look-see on the Internet;
I had an email telling me that Russian women are still hot for me. I would post
the link they sent, but puritanical values and a desire not to spread viruses
made me decide otherwise. Over on Facebook I had another friend request from
some woman I don’t know (who wasn’t
wearing much).
I did have a wry smile at some of the
Facebook groups I follow. There is to be a new Star Trek series; reading what is being
posted on the Internet it would seem that most so-called Star Trek fans have
decided against the show before it has even been made. Why do people do this?
I wrote out a hand-made thank you card
for the chap who’d given the telescope to the astro club, and set off to
deliver it on the way to work. I’d thought about posting it but by the time I’d
farted about getting a stamp and finding a post box it was quicker and easier
to deliver the thing myself.
Narrowly avoiding being run off the road
by a French Norbert Dentressangle lorry I made my way to work. As I drove the
pundits on the radio were talking about how Rolls Royce are losing money hand over fist. The general consensus
was that if they stuck to engineering all would be fine; their losses were all
to do with currency deals. Personally I think there is something morally wrong
where you sell pounds to buy euros, sell those euros to buy dollars, sell those
dollars to buy yen, sell those yen to by zlotys, and when you sell those zlotys
to buy pounds you end up with more money than you started. But enough other
people seem to make a living doing it with no moral qualms.
Work
was busy; again the roads to work were empty and the roads home were incredibly
busy. I got home just as "er indoors TM" was taking
the dogs out. Perhaps I should have gone with them. I didn’t; I had a little
doze. I was feeling rather done in.
Being Tuesday the clans gathered;
tonight in Somerset Road. Matt provided loads of sweeties, and we randomly
watched the first episode of “A
Series of Unfortunate Events”. It was a rather good evening; and then
we got the news that my father-in-law had died…
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