I was sleeping quite well
last night. Until about 5.30am when next door's dogs started barking.
And they woofed and woofed. I could hear them through a brick wall,
so surely next door could have heard them? Surely they would have
gone to see what the problem was? But they didn't. And the woofing
continued.
After
half an hour or so I gave up and got up and did my morning's routine.
The morning didn't seem overly cold when I got up, but on the way to
work the temperature fell. The car's thermometer was reading minus
eight by the time we got to Canterbury. I don't know if I believe
those things: on-line weather forecasts never seem to be in agreement
with the car thermometer readings.
But it was cold. And for
all that the ice has cleared from the main roads, the back streets
are still icy - I fell over twice on my walk home from being dropped
off this evening.
And so to Folkestone
where the tribes gathered for this Tuesday's conglomeration. We spent
an amusing half an hour trying to find the remote control for the DVD
player. Trying, and failing. And after discussing the physiological
methods by which one could tiddle ones' self to death we watched an
episode of "Firefly" on the emergency backup DVD
player. We spent a few minutes with the assorted menagerie, and then
home again.
I like our Tuesday
meet-ups....
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