I was still aching this morning – I’m not going to try running again unless the last bus or a tiger is involved. But exercise will sort out aching limbs, so in the absence of "Daddies Little Angel TM" I took Fudge out on my own. We had fun in the Bowens Field wetlands park. Once there I let him off of his lead. He charged off into the distance and ten seconds later there was screaming from the general direction in which he’d disappeared. I trotted round the corner to find Fudge playing nicely with another dog which was still on its lead. At the other end of the lead was a hysterical woman. It was clear that Fudge was causing her hysterics so I attached his lead. As I did so this silly woman explained that she’d never taken her dog out for a walk until it was six months old and because it’s such hard work to train a dog she had decided not to train the dog at all. Consequently she rarely walks the dog because it’s such hard work. And she went on to say that she didn’t like seeing other dogs because when her dog sees another dog he gets all over-excited and she can’t cope with it.
Rather than offering to
take the dog off of her hands I bit my tongue and walked Fudge along
the path into Viccie Park where I let him off of his lead again.
Other dogs were running riot there and I thought he might like to run
riot with them. He did. I got chatting with the other dog-walkers.
All of whom seemed to be in agreement with me; let the dogs play –
if they have a problem they will sort it out amongst themselves.
Fudge and two other dogs were having a great time when “silly
cow” came past alternately dragging and being dragged by her
dog which clearly had no idea of how to walk on a lead. Fudge and his
friends ignored “silly cow” this time; which was a shame
for her dog.
Once home my mobile rang.
It was "Daddies
Little Angel TM".
Had she left her time sheet with me? Yes she had. Could I fax it to
the agency? No I couldn’t. Who faxes anything these days? Rather
than faxing I took the time sheet to the agency myself. The town
centre isn’t that far away. Whilst there I actually looked around.
Martin had said that the HMV was closing. It has gone – and so have
a lot of the other shops in town. Ashford was never the best place
for shopping, but now it’s becoming a ghost town – seemingly
every other shop is closed and empty.
I
spent the afternoon reviewing old haunts. I’ve not actually played
“NeverWinter Nights”
for over a year. How I’ve missed that place… And then we
went down to Folkestone for the evening. Chinese for a birthday,
then we watched "Rise of the Guardians" in 3-D. For
once I could actually see thee 3-D effects in places. Quite
impressive !
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