The vet had given strict instructions that Fudge was to
sleep on a bed which would give him support. Having been settled into his
basket last might I came down to find him laying on the floor. I spent a little
while trying to help him get comfortable before insisting that he went back to
his basket. He would seem to prefer not being in there, but when in his basket
he wasn’t quivering in pain. Eventually he nodded off.
I watched an episode of “After Life”; I say “watched”.
It was on the telly but I was watching Fudge mostly.
With telly done and Fudge asleep I had a look at the
Internet. Geocaching HQ were giving out an e-souvenir for anyone who’d found a
geocache yesterday. Many of those who only a few short weeks ago were
advocating staying indoors and had lambasted me for taking the dogs out had
gone out hunting under rocks for film pots.
I told the world about my sixth film choice, I sent out a
birthday message, and then spent fifteen minutes on my Cousera course. What
motivates people? Wanting to help others or self-interest?
As I left home I paused briefly to log a
couple of virtual Munzees. Overnight some had appeared outside the house as if
by magic (thank you my Munzee clan pals!) and a touch of the phone gave
me some vital points (vital if you like that sort of thing!)
I set off towards Pembury. As I drove
the pundits on the radio were talking about a possible easing of
lock-down. I can't help but feel that
the government has got to do something decisive. The roads are getting
noticeably busier and with talk of easing of restrictions and talk of schools
and workplaces going back and with talk of only the olduns being left in
quarantine, lock-down seems to be little more than a social craze which has run
its course. The public have lost interest in it and are clearly now moving on
to whatever is the next big thing. The government needs to enforce the
lock-down properly, or the pandemic will have a second peak which will make
what's gone before seem like peanuts.
There was also an interview with some farmer
or other who was banging on about how lock-down has done for his business. His
business being the only UK-based supplier of nitrate-free bacon. "Nitrate-free
bacon" indeed... it never fails to amaze me how the public go for
these crackpot schemes. You really could put bottles of water on a supermarket
shelf, tout them as "dairy-free milk" and sell them at a fiver
each.
Despite nearly being run off the road
several times by various maniac drivers (there were a lot of them about
today) I got to Pembury and popped into Tesco. Having bought no end of jam, marmalade and
peanut butter recently, I'd not got any honey. So I got a couple of jars, and
some more beer and wine too. I did have a plan to support the little shop in
Goudhurst for beer as they have some stuff that you don't get everywhere. Tesco
also had some obscure ale at two quid a bottle cheaper than the little shop. There
is only so much supporting the little shop you can do.
As I wandered round Tesco I met some old
chap who was inadvertently and obliviously walking against the direction
proscribed by the arrows on the floor. Several normal people were glaring at
him and tutting.
They boiled my piss.
I went up to the old chap (as close
as social distancing would allow), smiled, and told him about the arrows
and told him that you can only walk in only one direction round the store
because (at this point I raised my voice) if you don't then you upset
the idiots wearing ripped gloves and ill-fitting masks. I'm glad to say this
shamed several of the idiots (with masks under their chins and gloves
riddled with holes), and they shuffled away looking suitably embarrassed.
Work was work; today we had more free
Easter eggs and free coffee, and also some rather odd-tasting supposedly
melon-flavoured water. At the risk of appearing ungrateful I would have
preferred cake. I would also have preferred a pay rise, but I've done that rant
before. The public's love affair with the NHS won't last long enough for a pay
rise, so I shall settle for whatever freebies I can get. And I shall be
grateful because a *lot* of people who deserve recognition aren't
getting anything.
Once I got home "er indoors TM"
took Treacle and pogo for a walk. The idea was that I would sit with Fudge, but
he was very fractious and not at all happy that he’d been left behind. I took
him for a short walk; up the road to Dan-Dan’s (niece-in-law is the closest
I can describe her relation to me) and back. It was a round trip of about
two hundred yards which he seemed to manage well, but once home there were some
whimpers and yelps. The trouble is…
I’ve seen this before with Fudge. He soon learns that I’m a
soft touch and immediately respond when he cries. But he’ll have a great walk,
pulling on the lead clearly in no pain when we are out and once home be
whinging all the time.
Is he crying because he overdid it on the walk, or is he
seeking attention?
"er indoors TM" boiled up a very
good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching a TV show in which Paul
Hollywood went around various restaurants in Tokyo. It was far better than you
might think…
Fudge has been asleep for over an hour…
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