My dog woke me at 5.30am
with a minor woofing fit. Something was worrying him; he seemed keen
to get outside so I let him into the garden where he ran round the
pond a few times before coming back to the house with something of a
satisfied air about himself.
He then settled on my lap
and slept whilst I watched "Family Guy" until it was
time to go to work.
Today's news on the radio
was a tad dull in comparison to yesterdays, which was as well for the
volatility of my piss. The medical community are up
in arms about statins. Those who make and sell the things have
announced that they are the best thing since sliced bread. Those who
deal with the nasty side-effects of those drugs aren't so sure. Are
they wonder-drugs? I don't know, but I'm certainly not going to put
up with the unwanted side effects of headaches, muscle pains, cramps,
vomiting, dire rear, rashes and difficulty sleeping (!) just
on some vague and unsubstantiated suggestion that I might or might
not have heart problems ten years down the line.
Neither was I overly
impressed with the news that whilst my gas and leccie bills are going
through the roof, the wholesale
prices of gas and electricity have fallen.
Since last year the power
company is getting gas for nearly forty per cent less than they had
been paying. Leccie is twenty per cent cheaper too. Or, to be more
precise, it is twenty per cent cheaper to them. It's actually dearer
for me.
The lunchtime sax
practice went well. As always I set up at the end of the car park and
make a noise on my saxophone. There are resurfacing works going on in
the car park at the moment, and part of the car park is fenced off.
As I was wrestling with a rather difficult B-flat a passing normal
person started haranguing me. He wanted to walk through the car park
(as part of a short cut to somewhere) and he wasn't impressed
that his short cut had been fenced off. How long did I intend keeping
my fence up? My protestations that i was a saxophonist and nor a car
park resurfacer fell on deaf ears. Obviously the fence was my
responsibility; why else would I be in a car park?
In the end I told him
that I was on my lunch break; and perhaps he might pretend he hadn't
seen me. He smiled and climbed through the fence. As I carried on "In
Dulce Jubilo" I watched him being stopped by the genuine car
park resurfacers who were taking none of his lip.
Once home we put the lead
onto "Furry Face TM" and took him
for a drive and then a walk. First of all we had something of a
geo-mission. At the weekend I'd solved a geo-puzzle using the old
"hot or cold" game in which you get told whether you
are hot or cold in relation to how close you are to whatever it is
you are trying to find. It's rather tricky on a web page, but a
concerted effort with an Excel spreadsheet and a couple of hours of
effort gave me the location. This evening I thought this might make
a suitable geocache to be my three thousand five hundredth find. It
did.
From here we went on to
Kearsney Abey for a little wander. Fudge fell in the fiver whilst
chasing ducks. I didn't laugh much...
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