A reasonable night's
sleep. I say "reasonable" - I slept through till
about 4am, then dozed fitfully before coming downstairs shortly after
6am to a sulking dog. "Furry Face TM"
seems to know when I'm working. He seems to have a sulk with me on
the days when I'm not going to be home with him. I'm sure he would
rather I stayed home with him - he likes having "Fudgey
Adventures". I'm not altogether sure that having a Fudgey
Adventure is something of which I should be boasting, but there it
is.
Today wasn't a Fudgey
Adventure Day and so he blanked me at every opportunity. He sat on
the back of the sofa and made a point of ignoring me whilst I
brekkied and watched my DVD.
I set off to work and
listened to the radio. There was a really interesting article about
plans for manned exploration of the planet Mars involving sending out
automated factories to make the fuel for return journeys from Mars
out of ice and stuff in the Martian regolith. It rather boiled my
piss that the news commentators treated the whole subject as light
releif; almost worthy of ridicule.
Even more so when the
next item was the banalities of sport. The antics of vastly overpaid
footballers was treated as a matter of the utmost gravity.
I popped into Morrisons
to get an apple, and then went round to Pets at Home. That was an
experience. I was five minutes early so waited with the rest of the
Great Unwashed for them to open. At two minutes to nine I could see
movement inside the shop. A hoodie-wearing unshaven oik had appeared
inside the shop. He pulled up his hood, put on some sunglasses and
went up to the tills. He fiddled about for a few moments (I couldn't
really see what he was doing), then came to the doors, forced one
door open, pushed past me, got into a rather beaten-up J-registration
Ford Esort and flew off at high speed. I commented to the world at
lage that I hoped that "Thugbert" hadn't robbed the
tills. The assembled throng looked at me with blank expressions. Out
of the half-dozen people waiting to go into the shop, I was the only
person to have seen this little episode. No one else had seen this
happen, and everyone was peering into the distance in amazement
watching traffic swerve as the old car jumped the traffic lights.
I would have mentioned
what had happened to the staff in the shop, but when they finally
opened the shop (five minutes late) they all seemed so
disinterested that I couldn't be bothered to put myself out.
And so to work. I did my
bit. As the day wore on so my hand got more and more sore. Yesterday
I mentioned that I'd been stung by a wasp. As today went on so my
hand swelled up more and more. It didn't initially hurt other than a
mild itch, but it got more tender as the day went by. Perhaps I need
anti-histamines, or even ointment...
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