My
phone turned its internet connection on again last night and woke me to tell me
about an utterly trivial email at four o’clock. I wish it wouldn’t do that. I
nodded off again and dozed thought till half past seven when my phone told me
to get my arse out of its pit (it quite literally does that).
I
made toast and peered into the internet. It was still there, and there was
quite an impressive argument going on. There is some German woman who likes to
tell the world about her cats. You might think that was fair enough; after all
I tell the world about my dogs via the Internet. However… this woman uses several
Facebook pages related to the band Sparks to do so. There was a couple of
rather bitter argument about how the local vet had given this woman an unwanted
cat and whether or not it was pregnant. Didn’t the vet know? And what she was
going to do with the kittens was anyone’s guess… all on a page about Sparks?
I
also found myself presented with an advert for a three-month cruise round the
Antarctic for the bargain price of eight thousand pounds. Like I’m going on
that?
We
then drove round to the Repton estate for the Christmas Dog Club. There was
quite a good turn-out today. Last week the field was frozen; today it was
rather muddy. The puppies had a whale of a time, but Treacle wasn’t so keen.
She *really* doesn’t like other dogs which is strange bearing in mind
she’s never at any point in her life been an only dog. But Dog Club’s full name
is “Ashford Dog Socialising Group”, and (ever so slowly) Treacle
is getting socialised.
In
between all the commotion a small pug (called Sharkey) peed up my leg.
Everyone but me seemed worried about it. I thought it rather funny.
We
came home where we washed dogs and trousers, and then had a cuppa. Morgan and
Treacle were soon asleep; Bailey just wanted to fight, but she eventually
settled.
We
did a little tidying of the living room in readiness for tomorrow, then I told
the world about the last instalment of this year’s Advent
adventure.
This is the thirteenth year I’ve done an Advent story, and I think it is
probably fair to say that no one is more surprised than me to read what comes
up each day.
I
took myself off to bed for the afternoon, but didn’t really sleep well. I gave
up and got up. By the time I got up “er
indoors TM” had gone for a Christmas meet up with her mum, and
then with her dad. I made myself some toast, then sat with the dogs and watched
several episodes of “Four In A Bed” in which again the most picky people
were shown to be running the shabbiest B&Bs.
With
the dogs settled I set off to work. I’d volunteered to work tonight… the
idea is that with the shift done I then get the rest of Christmas off. However
in my mind I feel Christmas don’t start until the shift is done. And by the
time I’ve had a bit of a kip in the morning I think I will have missed out on a
day and a half of Christmas.
No comments:
Post a Comment