I slept like a log last
night; sometimes I see every hour of the night, other times I am
absolutely sparko. I was finally woken by the noise of a postman
bashing on next door's front door shortly before 7am.
Most weekends in my life
are busy; this one seems to have been especially so. I think I could
really have done with taking today off work. Or perhaps I'm still
somewhat under the weather from the excesses of Saturday.
"My Boy TM"
is swearing off of the beer. I wonder if I should do the same. Or
(at the very least) only drink a couple of pints rather than a
couple of gallons in future.
Over brekkie I tried to
see what was happening in cyberspace. I tried, but gave up. "Furry
Face TM" was in a particularly soppy mood
and was resting his chin on my hand. It is difficult to work the
keyboard when he does that so I took him for a walk instead. As we
walked we met all sorts of people and the vast majority of people
were fine. Except one bloke. My dog was walking straight past him
when (for no apparent reason) this chap started shrieking and
jumping about seemingly in terror. This spooked "Furry Face
TM" who woofed at him. Said nutter then
started ranting at me abbout how all dogs should be on leads. I
politetly gave him two minutes of my time before telling him to get
knotted. Funnily enough not ten seconds later a couple of lads rode
past on their bikes so I turned and watched to see what would happen
when they caught up with the nutter. Sure enough he leapt about and
started hollering at them too.
We came home, I pootled
for a few minutes then went to the dentist. Bearing in mind the
amount of letters they've recently sent me about the managerial and
administrative changes they've been making I was expecting to see
massive alterations around the place. i was disappointed; the only
difference was that they had new chairs. Rather uncomfortable ones I
thought.
The dentist rooted about
in my gob, then whinged about why I don't go to their dental hygenist
as often as I might. Apparently on my insurance plan I get two free
visits to the hygenist every year. No one told me... or did they?
Perhaps if they sent me less junk mail I might pay more attention to
the mail they do send. But I made an appointment for next week to
have the hygenist do her thing inside my gob.
I set off to work a
little earlier than I might have done. I couldn't face the radio this
morning so instead I sang along to the rude songs on one of my "Ivor
Biggun" CDs. I drove to Canterbury via Wye where I had a
little rummage in some undergrowth for a calendar-filling geocache
for the day. I then went on to Morrisons where I joined the "ten
items or less" queue and my piss boiled when I realised the chap
in front had eleven items. I counted them.
I had this plan to buy
"er indoors TM" a Christmas
pressie from Go Outdoors. She was disappointed in her walking
trousers so I thought I'd get har a new pair. But I got there to
realise I have no idea what size she takes. So instead I went on to
work.
Work was busy today...
