After a swift bit of
brekkie I took "Furry Face TM" on
a walk. Today we did a rather standard circuit thought the park and
on to Singleton Lake. I was expecting to run in to Orangehead, but
neither she nor her chunky little friend was anywhere to be seen.
Which was something of a relief. As we went into the Bowens Field
wetland park I took the lead off of my furry associate, and the lead
stayed off for about a mile. He was really good; coming back when
called and not rolling in anything untoward nor shagging that which
he shouldn't either.
Once home I did an hour’s
homework, then went on to the doctors. I say “doctors” –
I went along to see the nurse who would effectively give me an M.O.T.
and see if I was worth the risk of taking on. The nurse seemed quite
chatty. She weighed me (I’ve but a lot of weight back on)
and took my blood pressure; it’s 130/70 which is better than it has
been. But still there is room for improvement.
Notwithstanding all this
she gave me the “thumbs-up” and I have been accepted at my
new surgery. I now have to make a double appointment with one of the
doctors who will review my medical history and my medication. I did
gently hint that I’m not actually on any medication, but that would
appear to be a piddling detail.
To celebrate I bought
myself a cream cake. For all that the new doctor’s is only a couple
of minutes’ walk away; it is next door to the chip shop and only a
few yards from the bakery. I had my cream cake for lunch. It was most
enjoyable. Whilst I scoffed it I watched a film. Following on from
yesterday’s “The Great Rock n Roll Swindle”, today I
watched “Breaking Glass” which is another old favourite of
mine. Interestingly the DVD case still had the receipt from when I
bought the DVD. That DVD was bought new in 2002. Eleven years ago a
new DVD cost £12.99. I thought it interesting how DVD prices haven’t
changed that much; if anything they have got cheaper.
And on watching the film
I was again amazed and impressed at the skills of the saxophonist. I
would like to learn to play the saxophone. I see that as one of my
next great projects. So as a first step to this goal I need to obtain
a saxophone. I had a look on-line; they aren’t cheap. If any of my
loyal readers have a saxophone that they don’t use, could I borrow
it?
The phone rang. It was
“Edward” from the servers of the World Wide Web.
Apparently he had detected my suspicious activities and he was going
to “un-new the registrations of my computers” unless I
gave him the passwords to every on-line account and profile that I
had. I told him to get knotted and hung up. I did the 1471; he’d
phoned from a London number (0207 9760 439) which (after a
llittle Googling) I found was a known number from which many
nuisance calls originate. I would report the all, but why bother.
These people will just call from somewhere else.
I then checked my letter
rack. I had a letter from the power company saying that he cost of
leccie and gas was going up for which they were very sorry. They then
gave a detailed breakdownn on how it would affect my bill. I didn't
like to say anything, but the rate per unit that I will be paying
from January will be cheaper than I am paying now.
er indoors TM"
boiled up a rather good bit of scran, and we set off via Queen
Street to Somerset Road for the weekly gathering of the tribes.
Insults were bandied and we watched the Peter Davison Doctor Who
annniversary piss-take before settling down to an installment of
"Merlin". In tonight's episode Sir Lancelot croaked.
Personally I felt the chap was akin to bread and butter pudding with
legs, but his being dead won't help the plot much. Wasn't he supposed
to pork Guinevere?
Meanwhile I saw this
wonderful
video on You-Tube What does the fox say?
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