I had a reasonable night, but was still awake earlier
than I needed to be. I made toast and peered into the Internet and was
immediately presented with a Facebook group I might like to join – one
specializing in dead and dying dogs. I suppose there’s a market for that sort
of thing; personally I find it rather upsetting even if it is four years since
my Fudge went. I was also presented with a photo of Donald Trump’s ex- chief of staff saying how stupid he
is. This quote was from seven years ago… it is rather amazing how no one else
has realised.
And there was no end of talk about a young Scottish girl brandishing knives and
threatening to sort out the (supposed) migrant assault threat. Is there
a migrant assault threat? If so the police need to sort it and been seen to
sort it. It’s the lack of visible police action that encourages these
vigilantes, isn’t it?
Despite the rain I took the dogs out. As we drove the
pundits on the radio were talking about how loads of people are spending
hundreds of pounds each month on weight loss drugs. The price of those is
going up massively as Donald Trump doesn’t think it fair that people in the UK
get them cheaper than people in the USA. One chap being interviewed said he
spends about two hundred quid a month on these things and has lost thirty per
cent of his body weight this year. I’ve lost nearly that amount by calorie
counting and by bearing in mind that my cake hole is bigger than my arse hole (stop
me if I’m getting technical!)
We went up to the woods where we had a short (only
three miles) walk. It was raining when we started, but it fizzled out and
was little more than drizzle as we walked.
We came home for a cuppa, and I saw that the Wherigo
I’d written yesterday had been found. The chap who’d found it did so at about
the time we got to the woods… which meant he probably left home about half past
six. He must love it.
I then spent a little while working on my latest
stroke of genius. I have this plan to make a fiendishly difficult geocaching
puzzle but in order to solve the puzzle you have to end up with a string of
digits, and the only digits my stroke of genius can come up with is one and
nine.
Perhaps it isn’t as clever as I think it might be…
I set off to work in entirely the wrong direction
taking a little diversion to Folkestone for “Daddies’ Little Angel TM” and
Pogo. From there I headed back up the motorway. As I drove the sky went black
and the weather went from mild drizzle to torrential rain in maybe two seconds.
The motorway was suddenly under an inch of water and I could barely see more
than a few yards in front of me. I didn't dare touch the brakes. And after
a couple of minutes the rain and the black sky went as quickly as they came. I
then took another diversion up to Sheerness and Whelans. I wanted to get some
paving slabs to cover the manky bits on one of the garden sleepers. I got
something that should do the trick, and a couple more gnomes as well. You can
never have enough garden gnomes.
From there it was on to an incredibly busy petrol
station in Aylesford, and an equally busy Sainsburys.
By the time I got to work for the late shift I felt as
though I'd done a full day already.
I got to work. It was rather busy but there was cake,
so all thoughts of diet went out of the window. And fish and chips when I got
home didn’t help the lack of diet either…
I really should get those slabs out of the car…
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