Our little dog spent the
night downstairs where he should be last night. That was a good sign.
He looked at me hopefully as I ate my toast, and I let him have a
crust. Only the one. He slept on my lap as I watched Blake's Seven.
I'm now on to the fourth season; the foxy bird with the haircut has
croaked, and today our heroes have managed to steal someone else's
space base. A space base is a useful thing to have, especially when
your own has gone west.
Whilst I watched TV my
little dog lay on my lap and farted a lot. He can be smelly, but this
morning's were particularly pungent. I'm hoping this is all part of
his innards getting back to normal. He took his medicines, but didn't
seem keen on his breakfast. So I tricked him. I put his breakfast on
my plate, put it in front of me and carried on watching telly. After
a minute or so as a treat I offered him a little of it,and he yummed
it up. Over the course of twenty minutes he ate the lot; being
offered a morsel at a time.
Steve and Sarah arrived,
and I went with them to Challlock. The astro club was running a stall
at the goose fair. Or so we had arranged. We turned up to find they
had no record of us at all. After a lot of fiddling about it
turned out that they had us down as being "The A.A.",
and our contact person was Geoffrey (!) Apparently we were
"like the owls".
Eventually we found the
area they'd set aside for us, and after a few minutes we were all set
up and having coffee and doughnuts. There was a dodgy five minutes in
which Steve lost his custard, but we were soon "all systems
go" and dealing with the public. I was expecting some
problems from the hippies in tthe stall opposite; they had some wierd
angel costume made from a pair of seagull wings. But they kept
themselves to themselves
We had dozens of peoople
looking through our telescopes. The solar scope was especially
popular; it was a shame there was so much cloud. It was an even
greater shame that it rained several times. But we had a good time. I
raided the stall of the Giggling Pig Company several times for their
freebie samples, and had more than a few hand-outs from Rosie's
chutneys. I
took some photos of the event as well.
i met a couple of old
friends from years ago at the event, and got some gossip. A mutual
friend is apparently preparing to do a flit. A week on Thursday her
and her entire family are decamping to Wiltshire (permanently!).
And following much discontent all of the Beaver leaders from my old
socut group have resigned and are decamping to another local scout
group.
I have always said that
there is never anything as interesting as someone else's life.
Home to an empty house.
er indoors TM" had taken "Furry
Face TM" for a walk. So being on my own I
did a quick cache before they came home. And once home I learned
something about my dog. He's clever. He had been out with er
indoors TM" all day and had mostly been
OK. On seeing me his behaviour reverted to being very sorry for
himself and subdued. He was seriously attention-seeking. He doesn't
do it for er indoors TM" because she
don't put up wiith it.. He does it with me because he knows I'm a
soft touch. With er indoors TM" off
bowling I settled down for an evening of "Jeeves and Wooster"
on UK Gold with a small dog asleep on my lap. Farting like a fruit
bat...
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