As I peered into Facebook this morning, it suggested I
might like a particular page. “Love Zone” alternated between posts which
advocated either crackpot religion or child pornography with a little animal
cruelty thrown in. For all that I find Facebook very useful, the thing does
leave a lot to be desired.
I sent out a few birthday wishes, and with no emails at all
I did the morning dog walk in two stages.
Firstly I walked Fudge round to Brian and Rachel’s where we
delivered a birthday card. Fudge pulled like a train the whole way. I wish he
wouldn’t. This is why he has a bad back; he hurts it, and as soon as it starts
getting better he overdoes the pulling and hurts it again.
With Fudge walked I took Pogo and Treacle round the park.
It is amazing how fast we can go round the park when we are not waiting for
Fudge who straggles up to a hundred yards behind us. We met a couple of “never-before-walked”
dogs. The owner of one had the dog on an extending lead and was using a
ball-thrower to lob a tennis ball into the distance. Needless to say their game
wasn’t working.
We also saw another dog which was about the size of a
cart-horse which was dragging two teenaged children about. They were trying to
restrain the dog by pulling on his collar; they were nowhere near strong enough
to do so.
As we walked home I actually did point and laugh at a
couple who drove past in their car. The windows were all up, but both occupants
were wearing these surgical masks.
This craze for wearing surgical masks is just stupid.
Surgical masks are worn to prevent the wearer spreading infection onto anyone
else. That’s why the staff of operating theatres wear them and the patients
don’t. The only time I’ve ever worn one was when I was in an operating theatre
(assisting with a bone marrow extraction). Going round wearing the
things achieves nothing for protecting yourself. Have you noticed that the
things are being billed on eBay as “fashion accessories”?
We came home; I again harvested a bumper crop of dog dung
from the lawn, then spent an hour scrubbing out the pond’s fish poo filter.
It’s a messy smelly job, but one I would rather do at a time that suits me,
rather than waiting until the thing is blocked solid and leaking with the
backflow and needs doing right away.
I set off to work. With a rather lame
play being broadcast on the radio I turned over to my frankly strange choice of
music, and howled along all the way to Pembury.
Just as I got to work so my phone
beeped. I had a friend request on Facebook from a young lady. Her blouse was
unbuttoned and was revealing a rather saucy bra. She'd sent me a message in
which she'd said that she wanted "it" badly. Judging by her
attire in the photos on her Facebook profile I can only assume that "it"
would be "clothing" as she didn't seem to be wearing very much in any
of them.
She had also sent me a link to her
"Whatsapp f... site" through which I could contact all sorts
of young ladies of dubious morals. I decided not to follow her link.
I went straight to the works canteen
where I had a rather good bowl of tempura vegetables with chili sauce which I
chased down with far too much rhubarb crumble and custard. Belly-aches which
last all afternoon don't make themselves, you know.
As well as a belly ache I also had a
general muscular ache for much of the afternoon too. When full of fish poo,
that filter can be rather heavy. I think I might have overdone it this morning.
Feeling somewhat under the weather I did
as little as I could get away with today until the relief arrived. The late
start does give me time to do stuff at home, but the late finish can be
something of a "pain in the glass" (as "Stormageddon -
Bringer of Destruction TM" would say). Especially when the
A21 is closed and going cross-country through the winding lanes in the dark is
the only option.
And in closing, today is my five thousandth blog entry. The
first thousand entries were recorded on Yahoo who haven’t hosted blogs for
years. I’ve got an archive of my ramblings
here.
I first started recording history in September 2006 when
seemingly everyone was writing blogs. The novelty soon wore off for everyone
else, but I’ve kept it going. Kite festivals, beer festival, holiday with
friends, holidays with families, walks, dogs, grandchildren… it’s amazing what
has happened over the last fourteen years. And it is even more amazing that so
many people tune in every day to see what has boiled my piss this time.
I just wish more people would blog; I’m a very nosey
person. I’d love to see what everyone else gets up to..
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