Having slept in front of
the telly for most of yesterday evening I wasn't expecting a good
night's sleep. However it was going better than usual until I had a
particularly vivid dream in which we had been given a large pig as a
pet. In my subconscious it would seem that large pigs are the
companion animal of choice for Patagonian Tripe-Hounds; the only
reason we had this pig was to be company for my dog.
In my dream pigs did not
do well on leads; nor did they respond to whistles. And we won't even
mention toilet training. I was having a rather traumatic time with
said pig when I found myself almost leaping from the bed in panic.
After such a rude awakening I didn't get back to sleep again.
Consequently I was
watching Family Guy shortly after 5am this morning. On my own. My dog
didn't stir from his bed at all. I think yesterday's walk had worn
him out somewhat.
I scraped the ice from
the car and set off to work. As I drove there was talk on the radio
of Burns Night which took place over the weekend. Some of my
colleagues had been to Burns Night events this weekend; many of them
claiming some vague Scottish connection.
This is something which
perennially boils my piss. Whilst I can see a place for mention of
Burns Night on national radio, why do people born and bred in Kent
try to claim some sort of Scottish heritage. And come to that why are
there so many fiercely patriotic Scots living in Kent. I've never
been to the place; mainly because from where I am it's the furthest
place to which I can get without crossing the sea. But if it is as
wonderful as it is billed to be, why do all its advocates choose to
live as far away from the place as is physically possible?
Co-incidentally (or
not) as I drove home there was an article on the radio exploring
the possibility of an independent Scotland aligning itself
politically with the Scandinavian countries. An interesting concept.
Amazingly those who want a Scotland independent from the rest of the
UK want to be subservient to Norway and Sweden. And ironically the
Scandinavian countries don't much fancy taking Scotland on.
I had a message from "My
Boy TM" . After Saturday's fun with the
marble track he's now put it away. I wonder if the thing will ever
see the light of day again? I hope so.
Once home I boiled up the
scran that er indoors TM" had left me,
and with er indoors TM" out at bowling
I settled down in front of the telly and slept through an episode of
Jeeves and Wooster; which was a shame. I quite like the antics of
Bertie...
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