I didn’t sleep well
last night, and again lay wide awake for seemingly hours. I got up far earlier
than I needed to, “did” the puppies, and watched more “Star Trek:
Discovery” before turning on the lap-top and spending yet another age
trying to get the Firefox browser to actually do anything at all. Mind you when
I say “do anything at all”, the
thing was clearly doing all sorts of IT wonders that I can’t see. It just
wasn’t actually doing the job I needed it to do.
Eventually
it got going.
Last
night I had a friend request from an incredibly epically chested young lady. I
have it on good authority that she is supposed to look “sexy” but
personally I find her rather scary. The friend request was still there thing
morning but I thought better of accepting it. She doesn’t look like the sort of
person you could take home to meet your mother. I could imagine “er indoors TM”
laying an egg had My Boy TM” brought home something like
that.
In
the past Facebook has often presented me with the chance to get better
acquainted with epically chested young ladies, but more and more I’m now
getting videos of crocodiles in my Facebook feed. I can’t really understand why
the algorithms at Facebook HQ would think I’d be interested in either when most
of what I post about is either dog- or Lego- related.
I
had an email too. Whilst my Lego mast is still in the international
distribution centre in Chicago, the nice people there have told Royal Mail it
is on the way, and Royal Mail have told me they are poised (like coiled
springs) waiting for its arrival.
As
“er indoors TM” and
the wolf pack emerged from their pit I set off Folkestone-wards. “Daddy’s
Little Angel TM”, was having another driving lesson and I had to
supervise “Darcie Waa Waa TM” (“Stormageddon – Bringer of
Destruction TM” was at school). I got there and peered through
the window at Pogo who was desperately trying to swallow the mouthful of
brekkie he was half-way through munching before he could bark.
“Daddy’s Little
Angel TM” went off driving (with strict instructions not to
mow anyone down). “Darcie Waa Waa TM” grizzled for twenty
minutes then went to sleep, and the two of us dozed whilst Netflix played “Bebefinn”. Am I alone in
thinking that the mother in “Bebefinn” is *far* sexier than that
which sent me the Facebook Friend request overnight, even if she is boss-eyed.
“Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” returned having not mowed anyone down. I came
home, collected the dogs and took them to Kings Wood for a walk. We had a good
walk. The puppies were amazingly well behaved; coming to me whenever called.
They can behave when they want to, and when they do as they are told it is
incredibly impressive to any onlookers. It is only a shame that we are currently
only running at (perhaps) a seventy per cent success rate, but (as I
keep saying), they are both works in progress.
We
came home where I spent a couple of hours ironing. As I ironed I watched episodes
of “Four In A Bed” in which the most picky people were actually the ones
with most to pick fault about.
“er
indoors TM” boiled up a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst
watching another episode of “Junior Bake Off”.
For a supposed day off
I’ve been rather busy…
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