My dog Fudge snuggled up to me in the
small hours and went to sleep, which was quite sweet. Shortly after he puppy
came along and just wanted to chew my arm, which was annoying. She does this
most nights, finally wanting to sleep herself just as I’ve given up trying to
sleep.
Over brekkie I watched the second
episode of “Uncle”, but there was a
minor disaster in that the SkyPlus box seems unable to find the rest of the
episodes of that show.
I got in my car and set off to work. The
radio was playing "Farming Today";
there was some drivel about how farmers are getting holidaymakers to work on
their farms. Holidaymakers see it as a novel holiday and farmers see it as
cheap labour. There was then talk about bee-eaters (a sort of bird) and I lost interest, turned the radio off and
listened to my awful music.
I stopped off at Aylesford McDonalds for
brekkie. There were no other customers at all, and I spent five minutes
listening to the kitchen staff screeching swear words at each other before the
manager eventually noticed me. She asked if I was being served. I said not, and
asked if I could join in with screaming the F-word at the top of my voice, but
the sarcasm was wasted on her.
Brekkie wasn't too shabby at all, and I
went on to work. Whilst a lot of people don't work at weekends, I quite like
working the odd hours. With a reduced staff on, the weekend workload is varied.
I did my bit, and came home. Despite the
rain the fruits of my loin had come round for a bit of a barby, We put up
shelters and gazebos expecting the worst, but the rain held off. Friends joined
us, smallest grandson fed lemon juice to oldest grandson, far too much was
eaten and drunk.
I think it was rather late by the time
we finished; it was all something of a blur…
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