Being on a late start I
took "Furry Face TM" round the
park for a walk. As we made our way there we avoided a small child
(several times) as she wobbled all over the path on her pedal
bike. Whilst she did this her mother screamed abuse at her for daring
to be wobbling about. I felt rather sorry for the littlun; after all
as anyone who's ever cycled will know, cycling at walking pace is
very difficult. You do need to go a bit faster to avoid wobbling
and/or falling off. And every time this poor child tried to speed up,
so her harpie mother started shrieking at her to slow down.
But harpies
notwithstanding our walk went well; Fudge enjoyed playing fetch with
his new rubber ball. I say "fetch" - when I throw
the ball he runs after it and chews it until I catch up with him.
What was once a nice ball now has some serious teeth marks in it.
And so off to work for
the late shift. I've had this idea that when on a late shift I might
lighten the morning by going on a minor geo-mission before work. It
was a plan which certainly worked last week. Today I thought I might
go on a little geocaching stroll round the village of Bridge. I had a
wander of a couple of miles around some rather beautiful scenery. Not
a bad way to spend a morning.
As I drove to Bridge
there had been an article on the radio about the seventeenth century
scientist Robert Boyle. What at first might sound rather dull was
actually surprisingly interesting. It would have been better had they
interviewed an expert without a speech impediment. Stammers do not
make for good radio shows, especially when when when every third word
word word is repeated three three three times during the interview
interview interview.
As I drove from Bridge
there was a program on the radio featuring the unsung heroes who are
the wives of those in the diplomatic service. I listened to this with
some fascination; but wondered if there was much truth in what they
were saying. I shall have to find out from a reliable source. I will
be seeing one such in a few weeks time.
My phone rang. The first
fruit of my loin was free to take my garden waste to the tip. He
seemed somewhat crestfallen to hear I was on the way to work. But I
told him where the lawn clippings were, and said he didn't need me to
supervise him taking them to the tip. He's got his instructions...
And as I walked from the
distant car park towards work there were two unshaven simpletons
having a heated conversation at a bus stop. One was shouting "you
don't know what the trouble is" to which the other was
replying "I'll tell you what the trouble is"; both
were repeating their phrase like stuck records.
Personally I didn't know
what the trouble was, and I would like to have known what the trouble
was; but I didn't have the heart to ask...
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