There was a minor hiccup when I got up this morning… I
spent a few minutes clearing up a pile of cold dog sick. Treacle did seem to be
rather out of sorts yesterday evening.
I made toast and posted up yesterday’s diary entry; we were
rather late to bed last night what with trying (and failing) to accept
game requests on the Infinity table. I posted on one of the Infinity table
Facebook groups to see if anyone had experienced this. Hopefully I’ll get an
answer… though cynically I expect that I’ll have the same experience I’ve had
with pond, fish tank and geocaching pages in that for every one sensible person
in the group there will be half a dozen keyboard warriors.
There wasn’t much else happening at six o’clock this
morning. I sent out birthday wishes to a colleague, then got ready for work.
Just as I was about to set off so Treacle came
downstairs asking to go out. I went with her as she looked a little iffy. She
did what dogs do in the garden, and went back to bed.
I went off to find my car. As I scraped the ice from
my car so the unmistakable smell of wacky baccie came floating through the
morning air. there wasn't anyone about; someone was clearly having a puff in
their own house. I don't want to appear judgmental, if people want to smoke
that stuff, that's up to them. After all I like a pint or two. But my
pint or two doesn't stink quite like the funny fags do.
I got the ice scraped from my car and drove off to
work. The motorway was rather busy this morning. As I drove the pundits on the
radio were talking about the massive
drop in Puffin numbers on Farne Island.
I'd hitherto never heard of Farne Island; let alone
its puffins.
And there was loads of speculation about what the
Chancellor of the Exchequer was going to announce in the afternoon's budget.
The poor woman was on a hiding to nothing really. If she didn't sting people to
raise money for the country's ailing economy she'd lose votes for poggering the
country's economy. If she did sting people to raise money for the country's
ailing economy she'd lose votes from people who didn't want to be stung for
their money.
I went to Sainsbury's to get a sandwich. As I drove
into the car park there were loads of cars in the car park which were thick
with ice; obviously having been there all night. Do Sainsbury's have staff
there all night? There's not many (i.e. none) houses within sensible
walking distance.
I was in and out in minutes; I fed the self-service
machine with all my change and it gave me a voucher for double nectar points on
petrol. So I went to the petrol station to make the most of it.
As I worked “er indoors TM” messaged
- Treacle had been sick again. Twice. I did my bit and then made my way home as
best I could. Originally the plan for today had been to come home, collect
Treacle and Bailey and take them to Doggy Dentist but I thought time might have
been tight so I rescheduled their appointment for last Monday.
I was right to have done so – it was gone five o’clock
before I got home. I wouldn’t have got the girls across town in twenty minutes
with tonight’s traffic.
I got home to find that Treacle had perked up a bit.
As I sat on the sofa so she climbed behind me and dabbed my head. She seriously
tucked into her dinner, and scoffed it all.
“er indoors TM” went out to see
her dad who was staying locally with friends. As the washing machine did its
thing with my shirts I wrote up some CPD, then
ironed the shirts. Shirts are best ironed whilst still wet.
As I ironed I watched the first episode of the TV
adaptation of “Brideshead
Revisited”; a favourite of mine. How can it be forty-four years old?
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