Working today, so
predictably a bad night's sleep. I was wide awake by 3.30am, and lay
tossing fitfully until finally getting up just before 5.30am. "Furry
Face TM" watched me sleepily as I pootled
about the kitchen doing the washing up, and he joined me as I watched
BattleStar Galactica over a spot of brekkie. WIth brekkie scoffed I
watched two episodes of Bat Glack whist combing Fudge. People have
commented recently on how glossy his coat is. I've noticed it myself
- it's down to one of three things; his new dog food, regular
combing, or a surfeit of fox poo.
And following on from
that, this morning's news had a story which
struck a chord, Someone was fined for grooming her dog in public.
Excess dog fur is litter apparently. I shall make a point of only
grooming Furry Face at home.
And so to work, which was
much the same as ever. I was missing the monthly geocacher's meeting
today, but from what I could work out today's meeting was a P.R.
exercise telling the denizens of Swale about the wonders of looking
for sandwich boxes in the woods. Probably one of the meetings to miss
(if given the choice), even if I did miss the chance to meet up with
friends.
So I suppose I didn't
really mind working. I've had a lot of time off recently which has
had some glorious weather; today I looked out of the window several
times to see a very grey and overcast day.
I did my bit at work, and
then came home. er indoors TM" was out
for the evening, so I settled down for more BattleStar Galactica and
dog combing.
I'm getting through these
DVDs at quite a rate. "Furry Face TM"
doesn't seem to be complaining. Mind you there was a dodgy five
minutes when he ate a spider...
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