I slept like a log last night; it was only a shame that
five minutes before the alarm was due to go off my phone gave a very loud ping
to suggest that I might like to turn off the upcoming alarm. There are no end
of people concerned that artificial intelligence is about to take over the
world and humanity will be reduced to little more than its pets; the AI of my
experience is a bit thick.
I made toast and had my usual root round the Internet. It
was still there. Some half-wit was posting on one of the theist-related
Facebook groups I follow. He’d found an article claiming that scientists in the
Vatican have made a device that allows you to see the past and so have watched
the life of Jesus and shown that the bible stories were all true. Sadly for the
half-wit he clearly hadn’t read the article he posted as that the article was
quite clear that the Pope had threatened anyone using this time-viewer with
excommunication. What had it supposedly seen that the Pope didn’t want made
public? There was quite the argument going on about what was clearly a load of
old tosh.
And I saw that I had two more comments on entries on this
blog – I say “comments”; “Albert” was trying to sell fake guns on
what my anti-virus software said was a fake website, and “VIP Devices”
gave a plug for some website claiming it could unlock your 5G phone.
Both got deleted.
The dogs came down so I took them into the garden to do
what they do. As I gathered what they’d done I saw a rather deep but narrow
hole in the lawn. Had the dogs been digging? The hole was an odd shape – very
narrow. If the dogs had been digging they would have got filthy. But what else
might have dug it? Do cats dig holes?
Being Saturday we went to Dog Club. As we drove Steve was
on the radio doing the “Guess the Lyrics” competition. “I get the
same old dream same time every night. Fall to the ground and I wake up”. I
got the thumbs up from Steve when I said it was Rainbow – “Since You’ve Been
Gone”, but I’ve since found that I was only partly right. It turns out that
Rainbow were doing a cover version of someone else’s song.
We got to Dog Club and opened up. People and dogs soon
arrived, but after ten minutes my heart sank. The over-excitable collie who’d
caused issues a few weeks ago was back. The old chap let the collie off its
lead and it immediately jumped on the back of the first dog it saw, trampling
Bailey in its rush. Fortunately this was right next to me so I grabbed the
dog’s harness, yanked it off and marched it back to the old chap telling him
that we can’t have that, and that the last time it happened a dog was hurt (little
Skye was!). The collie spent the rest of the session on the lead. I felt
sorry for the dog, but there are two issues. Firstly it needs it’s plums
cutting off. And secondly it is far stronger than the old chap who brings it
along.
But with the collie restrained we had a great time. I tried
counting a few times; I’m pretty sure there were over twenty-one dogs along. I took a few photos as mayhem
happened.
The dogs weren’t keen on coming home. I got into the car
just as Steve announced what the mystery year was. “er indoors TM” set
off to craft club; I brought the dogs home for a bit of a wash, then I had a
few minutes in the garden. It didn’t take that long to fill that hole in. I
mentioned the hole in our lawn at Dog Club; several people suggested that it
might have been a fox. Apparently they jump fences. Foxes in the garden? That
would be a pain in the glass (to coin a phrase).
I then settled in front of the telly underneath a pile of
dogs and dozed until “er indoors TM” came home.
We all then drove down to Folkestone to spend a few hours
with “Daddies’ Little Angel TM”. Darcie WaaWaa TM” was
poorly, but we had a good time. In between no end of other stuff on the telly
we watched a Lube-Toobe
video of a couple of lads who bought a cheapo kayak from Lidl, tried to
sail it from their house to the sea, and were surprised when it sprung a leak
in the first few hundred yards.
I’ve checked the garden – nothing has disturbed the hole I filled
in earlier. I shall have another look in the morning.
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