With my beloved off on a
jolly, Furry Face spent all night at the bottom of the bed. I wonder
how he got there? Perhaps I forgot to secure the dog-proofing in the
kitchen last night? Astute readers might notice that I said "spent
all night" and not "slept" - he was rather restless
and did fidget a few times. Fudge woke me shortly after 5am by
having a woofing fit. I wonder what it was that upset him.
I got up to see what the
problem was, and he seemed very keen to get into the back garden
where he went straight to the pond and watched over it in much the
same way that a hawk would study small mice.
Since I turned the pond
pump back on a week or so ago he's been fascinated by the Koi. I let
him watch them for as long as it took me to shave, then (strangely
for him) he came back in of his own accord.
I watched another episode
of Babylon 5 over a bowl of frootie-bix and then set off to work.
There was little of note on the radio as I drove. That most volatile
of bodily fluids didn't even simmer (for once).
I got to work and did my
bit. And whilst listening to the radio on my way home I
heard something which did set my piss bubbling.
Rolf Harris was a kiddie
fiddler? Was he? Wasn't he? Not Rolf Harris!
Personally I can't help
but wonder whether he's been accused on the strength of actual
evidence against him, or because he is a public figure and has been a
children's entertainer. It seems the "in thing" at the
moment to accuse anyone who's ever been on the same planet as a child
of having been a kiddie fiddler.
I feel rather strongly
about this - as an ex cub scout leader I am sure that it is only a
matter of time until some opportunistic ex cub realises they can make
a name for themselves in the local press by bandying baseless
allegations against me.
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