I slept well last night,
and after a spot of brekkie I was disappointed to find that the most
recent fruit of my loin wasn't visiting today. So once I'd got the
washing on the line it was only me and Furry Face that went for a
walk. But it was a good walk nonetheless. From home we went up past
the International station, along the footpaths into Hythe Road and
over the motorway where I took today's photo. From here we came
across the fields to the Quest factories where we followed the paths
through Little Burton Farm past the rugby club down to the Stour
Centre and home again. About five to six miles; a good way to spend a
couple of hours.
Whilst we were out Fudge
made a friend. He charged up to another small dog and they instantly
started playing. I got chatting with the people with the dog who told
me that he was a rescue dog. He'd been found wandering the roads in
Charing, emaciated with a lot of fur missing and covered in scars. He
was wearing a muzzle today because when found he used to lash out at
anything that scared him. And a lot did scare him. Poor pup. He seems
OK now, and only wears the muzzle on the advice of the rescue home.
We all walked together
for a few minutes towards the motorway bridge. As we were walking
some random twit stopped us all and asked us what we were playing at.
Apparently it was people like us who give decent dog owners a bad
name when we take obviously feral and dangerous animals out of our
homes. I had no idea what he was talking about as Fudge and his mate
were happily playing and rolling in fox poo. "Prat"
was happy to elaborate; apparently decent people wouldn't have a dog
that needed to be muzzled. The fellow with the muzzled dog asked
"Prat" if he would like the muzzle shoved up his
arse, and as I shook this chap's hand, "Prat"
scuttled off.
I came home and ran round
with the hoover and then unpacked my parcel. My belated birthday
pressie had arrived - a 1970s lego train set. I've been after one for
ages. It didn't take long to put together, and I had a fun five
minutes running it round the track. Fudge seemed fairly interested in
it, and I put a video
of the thing on Facebook. I've been looking on eBay and have got
some ideas. If I can find some table space in the house I might just
make a train layout. Neither fruits of my loin use their rooms that
much any more...
I then sat down for a
spot of lunch and as I finished my sandwich I remembered with a bit
of a shock that I had a dentist appointment in fifteen minutes.
Woops. I got there in time though; and with my mouth having had it's
six-monthly service (and my chipped tooth fixed) I came back
home again and spent much of the afternoon doing more of my on-line
psychology course. This week we're doing about how the brain works.
Or doesn't...
Apparently over ten
thousand people have signed up to do this course.
And here's
something to make you think. The local elections were a week or
so ago. In our area there are over twelve thousand people registered
to vote. Only three and a half thousand of those turned out.
The chap who won got some
twenty eight per cent of the votes cast. With an electorate of twelve
thousand seven hundred and seventy nine, the winning candidate had
amassed nine hundred and seventy two votes. Do the sums. Only seven
point six per cent of his constituents voted for him but he got
elected.
People wonder why I don't
believe in our so-called democracy.
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