Yesterday I drove a round
trip of over three hundred miles. I carried a whole load of stuff
from one house into a van, and then out of the van, up a rather steep
flight of stairs and into another house. I then had a rather late
night. So why on Earth was I waking up at 2.35am?
Even
my dog was more tired than me this morning and he didn’t get out of
his pit at all whilst I watched episodes of “Family
Guy”
over my brekkie. I then had a rather earlier start than usual. I had
to do the paperwork with the return of the van I hired yesterday. I’d
actually parked the thing on the forecourt of the vehicle hire
company last night, but no one was there to accept return at 9pm.
Doing
the “returning
the van paperwork”
went relatively painlessly, and as I’d brought "Furry
Face TM"
up to “rentacardotcom”
for the walk, we continued our walk. Along the ring road, then down
Hythe Road. Woofing at every single vehicle in the rush hour as we
went. We then went across the railway by the North School into
Willesborough and into Frogs Island where I let him off the lead. He
was as good as gold.
We
popped into the vets at “Pets at Home” on the way. As I
walked in there was a small chap outside the shop desperately trying
to control what I can only describe as a “Death Hound”;
this dog was snarling, barking and trying to bite everything in its
sight. Including the small chap desperately trying to control said
dog. At the vet’s counter was an incredibly large woman loudly
telling the receptionist that her dog was loveable and was as meek as
a lamb, but for everyone’s safety all the animals in the vet’s
waiting area needed to be evacuated before her "Death Hound”
was brought in to see the vet. The incredibly large woman was not
happy to be told that it was not company policy to remove all the
animals before admitting one problem case. And the offer of the use
of a muzzle didn’t go down at all well.
I
picked up "Furry
Face TM"'’s
flea treatment stuff; after all that was why we were there. Before I
did, "Furry
Face TM"
had to be weighed. He’s now ten point four kilogrammes, which is
two pounds heavier than he was. Both of us need to go on a diet.
Once
home "Furry
Face TM"
had a quick bath. Not a full blown scrub; I just hosed the muck from
his paws and belly. He’s getting quite used to this and now jumps
into the bath for his wash. I then Dysonned, but didn’t like it
very much, so I Hoovered with a Dyson. Much more fun. Washing went
into both machines (laundry and crockery) and I had a look at
the astro club’s accounts. The recent Stargazing Live event came in
slightly on the plus side financially. I then chased up the doctor’s
about this referral to a sleep clinic. They’ve done their side of
the paperwork and are waiting to hear back from the clinic. I shall
have to be more patient.
And
my new phone battery arrived. One of my old spare batteries had given
up the ghost. So I got a new one. When I got my phone, the new
batteries were over a tenner on eBay; now they are only three quid.
It’s a shame they can’t make generic “one size fits all”
batteries. I then ironed for an hour or so, and then spent several
hours trying to solve geo-puzzles. I am reliably informed that I was
wasting my time with all that work on the Fibonnacci series.
Being
Tuesday the clans gathered - this time at Queen Street. We listened
to the radio for a litle, and heard tales of a local driving
instructor havingseen a UFO. Oh we did chuckle. And then we watched
more of "Merlin". Good stuff...
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