Another good night’s
sleep. I went to bed shortly before midnight and was licked awake by
my Tripe Hound at 7.30am.
After a swift bit of
brekkie I got washing on the go (laundry and crockery) and
took "Furry Face TM" for a walk.
I thought I’d take a firm line. Every time any kind of vehicle came
close I firmly told him “No!” and he didn’t bark at
anything. Until I forgot as a lorry came close and he went mental at
the lorry. I then went mental at him. He *really* doesn’t need to
bark at anything on the roads. I wish he wouldn’t.
I had this idea to pop to
the market stall that is always in the town centre. He sells cheap
clothes, and I fancied a new pair of “scrat-about”
trousers. Today that stall wasn’t there. We then carried our walk
along Godinton Road. I had a plan to walk round to the ford and come
back through the park, but a phone call meant I had to cut our walk
short and we came home. Unnecessarily as it turned out.
I spent much of the
remainder of the morning in domestic drudgery vacuuming and cleaning.
I even got a mop and bucket and washed much of the muck off of my
car.
I had a text message; did
I want some bread rolls? Cheryl had acquired far too many of the
things, and came round with some. I now have a freezer full of the
things.
As Cheryl set off on the
school run I fell asleep in front if the telly; waking just in time
for a committee meeting of the astro club. Plans for the future;
speculation on the recent UFO sighting (!), and home via
Tescos for curry.
Yesterday seemed a far
more productive day; I didn't really acheive anything today.
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