Another early start.
Fudge was fast asleep whan I came down. Late at night he takes
himself off to his basket and we cover him over and tuck him in (!).
I found him exactly as we'd left him last night. I gave him a stroke;
he opened one eye, looked at me and closed it again. He doesn't seem
to be a "morning dog"; it takes him a little while
to get going in the morning. Mind you it takes most people a little
while to get going at 5am.
This morning I had the
last of the frootie-bix. I quite liked that stuff. It was a shame it
came from Sainsbury's; I'm not rich enough to shop there regularly. I
wonder if DLA has any other posh cereals she doesn't want (he
speculated hopefully).
And so to work. It was a
very foggy morning. Interestingly the radio's weather forecaster this
morning started off with a summary of the current weather, and he
said that the morning's fogs were restricted to a few patches in
Devon. That bloke was on the case(!)
The morning's
news was interesting. Apparently Britain is becoming a much less
violent place, with violent crime and violence leading to hospital
admission being on the decrease. That's good news in what can often
be depressing times. So in order to redress the balance, one of
NASA's rovers has
drawn a rude picture on the Martian surface.
Meanwhile science is
still at a loss to explain where all
the anti-matter has gone, Perhaps whoever programmed the rover
to draw pictures of willies might have had a hand in the matter (to
coin a phrase).
Once at work I checked my
emails. Regular readers of this drivel may recall that I spent quite
a bit of money recently on a new car battery. Today it turns out that
had I used the works discount scheme I could have saved money on that
battery. Oh well. Such is life. And what is money for if not to
squander foolishly.
At tea break I had a
disappointment. I have several e-books on my phone. Last year I found
an iffy web site from which I downloaded hundreds of e-books. I was
just getting to the good part in the novel 2010 when the story
stopped. What I thought was a copy of 2010 was actually a copy of the
first third of 2010; stopping mid sentence a little way into the
eighth chapter.
I suppose there is a
moral in there somewhere.
And so home. My beloved
was off at arky-ologee club. I've not been there for over a year what
with the vagaries of my shift pattern. Do I miss it? I don't know.
Some of the talks are interesting; some rather dull.
It would be nice to get
along to a meeting at some stage for old time's sake...
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