Treacle was again
brought to bed last night under strict supervision and again I wasn’t woken
ridiculously early. I was eventually woken about six o’clock by an odd sound
which was either Treacle growling or “er indoors TM” snoring.
I poked both to be sure and went back to sleep.
I
had my usual mooch round the Internet as I scoffed toast, and was rather
surprised to see a woman with whom I used to work had announced on Facebook
that she was retiring. She claimed to be retiring after thirty-one years of work
having started at age eighteen. Leaving aside the fact that I always suspected
she was the same age as me (if not older!), how can anyone in an NHS job
afford to retire aged less than fifty? Presumably she made sound investments
over the years? Something I might have done?
I
had two friend requests on Facebook this morning. Both from young ladies, but
one had substantially more clothes on that the other. The clothed one made me
wonder why she was sending a friend request. Two of the people on her friends
list had one mutual friend with me; someone with whom I used to work twelve
years ago; a rather tenuous connection? The more “natural” one (pictured
above; claiming to be called “Joe”) should have known better.
I
took the dogs round the block for a quick walk. We didn’t go far. In a few
months we’ll be going back to Orlestone before the late shifts, but right now
the place is just a swamp.
As
we walked I continued something I started yesterday. Every time we cross the
road Treacle knows to sit before we step off the kerb. I had hoped the puppies
would have started to copy her, but they hadn’t, so yesterday I was making them
sit before we crossed any road. There is still a long way to go, but Morgan is
beginning to get the hang of it.
With
walk walked we came home and did “sit” to have our leads taken off, then
I set the washing machine going as I watched more “Star Trek: Discovery”,
then wrote up a little CPD.
With
the dogs settled I set off on a little mission before work. The parcel that I
collected from the post office's collection depot yesterday contained the
latest bits I need for my Lego pirate ship project, but I also needed some
black yard/thread/string stuff for the rigging over the sails. I knew of a
haberdashery shop in Willesborough (just up the road from where the snake
shop used to be), so I went there only to find it had closed down years
ago. Ho hum...
As
I was in the area I went to the Willesborough co-op. Am I being over-sensitive
in thinking that when serving a customer (i.e. taking my money) the old
bat behind the till shouldn't carry on squawking at her cronies as though I
wasn't there? Needless to say I won't be going back there in a hurry.
I
drove round to Hobbycraft hoping they might have some black yard/thread/string
stuff. The first assistant I asked wasn't already squawking with cronies, but
she was equally disinterested. She told me they might have some up the back of
the shop, and (rather rudely) carried on with what she was doing.
With
time running out I went up toward the back of the shop and found another
assistant who was incredibly helpful. After ten minutes we got some stuff that
should do the trick.
And
then I headed off to Pembury singing along to "Ivor Biggun".
Even though it wasn't quite mid-day, as is so often the way on a late shift,
the best bit of the day was done by mid day.
All
the rest of today was rather dull…
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