I came home last night to
find the contents of the bin strewn across the living room, and also
to find a very sheepish looking dog. Perhaps rooting in the bin last
week is what made him ill. He's not been in bins before. We shall
have to watch that.
I had a better night's
sleep; I woke at 5am, and then decided against Blakes's Seven this
morning; preferring to doze instead. I got up shortly before 7am to
find a certain dog had spent the night on the sofa again. I had
brekkie; or most of brekkie. Now that "Furry Face TM"
is eating again he gets the crusts from my toast. He probably
shouldn't, but it's good to see him eating something.
On checking emails I saw
a geocache had gone live overnight. Not only gone live but had
already been found. There are those in the geo-community who wouldn't
bother looking for such a cache; for them the FTF is everything. For
myself, an FTF is nice, but having someone else find the cache first
means that I can be reasonably sure that the cache is actually there,
and that the listed co-ords are good. So I left for work a little
earlier than I might normally have done, and went to work via a minor
diversion into Westwell where (after quite a serious bit of
searching) I found the cache. Day forty-two on my caching streak
sorted (!)
I then made my way to
work. Slowly. As I drove through Challock I was amazed at how empty
the village green appeared. Was it only four days since the place was
alive with the goose fair? There was barely the slightest trace of it
this morning.
I stopped off in the
Canterbury branch of Staples to have a look-see. They had some
interesting Android tablets. If they had one with wi-fi/internet and
GPS I might have a use for it. Not right now though; I'm too skint.
But it never hurts to see what is available. I looked hopefully, but
none of the assistants wanted to come and assist. Oh well, that will
be their loss. If and when I get one I shall take my money elsewhere.
And that will be money; not extended credit. I looked at their credit
agreements. They were advertising a laptop for sale at just under
four hundred quid - available on easy terms; but when you finished
paying those easy terms you would find that you'd stumped up over six
hundred quid.
I then went into the
Cheapo-Bargains shop. They were advertising singing model garden
birds for sale. Two pounds each a few weeks ago; today they were
reduced in price to fifty pence each. But they didn't actually have
any. I refrained from asking what else didn't they have at rock
bottom prices, and came to work.
At work I had a shock.
Mon camarade me dit comme il est un ami d'oiseau est il pense que le
singe est un batard. Moi - j'adore le singe. Je le dit que l'oiseau
est un tres grand batard avec le sucre au-dessus. Mon camarade etait
confusee parce qu' il ne comprendre pas "tres grand batard avec
le sucre au-dessus".
Il a dit il y a un fete
dans l'arbre ou le singe et l'oseau est amis. Aussi il y a un giraffe
dans l'arbre maintenant. Qu' est-ce qu'il fait? Est ce qu' il est ami
d'oiseau? Est-il un batard aussi?
Et l'oiseau... J'ai pense
que le singe est mange l'oiseau le semaine derniere. Est ce qu' un
autre oiseau ?
It has been suggested
that I am confusing my French-learning colleague deliberately..
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