Despite CPAP technology
blasting air up my nostrils at huricane force and despite the
soporific effects of six pints of assorted ales last night I was
again wide awake and watching boobie-dumplings and weeners in "Game
of Thrones" shortly after 5am this morning. For all that
CPAP technology does give me more sleep, it's still nowhere near
enough. After three hours of telly I went back to bed for a couple of
hours. I can't usually do that.
"My Boy TM"
arrived with his entourage and we set off to Folkestone where we met
up with "Daddies Little Angel TM"
at the coastal park. A picnic in the sunshine, a spuddle in the sea,
fun in the play park, an ice cream and then home. As we drove home we
became aware of a rather foul odour. "Furry Face TM"
had the aroma of a three-week dead cod. Presumably he'd been rolling
in one on the beach.
We came home via
Orlestone for geo-reasons. Without wanting to go into too much
detail, much of the Wheri-Planning I'd done in the week was based on
what I thought was a public car park. It turned out that what looked
like a public car park on aeriel view maps was actually someone's
back garden, and all my calculations were hundreds of yards out.
Woops!
Home; where a certain dog
was bathed. And having then fallen in the fish pond he was then
bathed again. "er indoors TM" set
off bowling and I watched more "Game of Thrones"
whilst ironing shirts and sorting undercrackers.
I'll be off to bed in a
miinute. My infernal nose is still blocked on one side. It has been
all weekend. I shaan't sleep much agian.
This is becoming a
nuisance...
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