Yesterday I thought I was
sickening for a cold. Today I woke feeling not so sure. Yesterday I
had a proper croak and sniffle, today it was just a mild headache.
Mind you we have now turned on the central heating; it's suddenly got
very cold.
After a quick bit of
brekkie me and furry Fido set out on a mission to collect those
catalogues we didn't get yesterday. Seven to collect; we got two. We
were out for a couple of hours and only just beat the rain. Within
five minutes of getting home the rain came down torrentially. So with
nothing else to do I did the household accounts. They could be worse;
I shouldn't grumble.
I then apologised to one
of the normal people. Yesterday I made a light-hearted off the cuff
remark on a geocaching site about Fudge tiddling on a geocache. Most
people would take the comment with the smile that was intented. One
bloke didn't; he went off on a rather prima-donna type tirade. Which
is entirely the problem with the written word; it is so easy to
inadvertently give offence. But the chap seems to have calmed down
now, which is probably for the best.
What is it with hobbies
and the Internet? When I kept snakes, the on-line reptile forums are
little more than one big cyber-fight. The kiting forums get quite
bitter at times. Why can't people discuss their hobbies and interests
without falling out? Or is it just me?
I had hoped to do
something with the day, but a combination of a lack of partners in
crime and terrible weather left me home alone. And so with Fudge
parked on my lap (fast asleep) I spent a few hours watching
"Auf Weidershen Pet" DVDs until the phone rang. "My
Boy TM" was wondering if it was me that
had put a whole load of dog dung bags through his letterbox. It
wasn't. I wonder who it was.
As the afternoon wore on
so the rain wore off, and me and Fudge went for another little walk.
On Friday I found that one of my geocaches had gone, so we replaced
it. We came back via Pets at Home where I had intended to get some
clippers to trim Fudge's claws. They didn't have small clippers, and
to express his dissatisfaction Fudge tiddled up their displays.
Fortunately the nice lady in Pets at Home was used to tiddling dogs
and soon cleared up the mess. And to add insult to injury as we were
walking out a small child patted Fudge and loudly announced that
"that little doggie looks like a cat". Needless to
say it will be a little while before I dare show my face in Pets at
Home again.
On the way home I thought
I'd check on another of my geocaches. That one was gone, so I've
disabled the listing and ordered a replacement from eBay. Hopefully
it will be here in a few days.
The phone rang. It was
Adelina phoning all the way from Italy who was attempting to sell a
bargain package of olive oil, tagliatelli, linguini, jams,
marmalades, pestos and all sorts of foods which were low cholesterol,
low sodium, and all were with (apparently) no calories at
all. I tried to get a word in, but she wouldn't stop gabbling so I
heard her out. When she finally stopped speaking she seemed amazed
that I didn't want to buy her bargain package. The fact was that I
quite liked the sound of it, but eighty quid for what was effectively
a glorified pic-nic seemed a bit steep to me....
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