I had seven hours sleep
last night; I was finally woken by the sound of "Furry Face
TM" having a nightmare. By then it was
well past 6am, so I got up and came downstairs to find "Furry
Face TM" was fast asleep in his basket. I
was sure I'd heard him whimpering upstairs. I wonder what that was
all about.
Over brekkie I watched
Warwick Davies seeing a psychic in "Life's
Too Short". I do like that show. In a novel break with
tradition I had my toast to myself as my little dog was still asleep.
I then did my bit for today's
ab challenge. Twenty sit-ups, eight crunches, eight leg lifts
and twelve planks. I'm not entirely sure there's much difference
between a sit-up and a crunch, but I'm having a go.
After brekkie I took
"Furry Face TM" round the park
for our walk. There was a very amusing five minutes when he got the
scent of a squirrel and was tracking it. His nose was right down,
tail straight up. He was following the squirrel’s path very
closely. Had he looked up he would have seen the squirrel was only a
few yards in front of him.
There was an embarrassing
five minutes as well when my dog jumped on the back of a passing pug
and humped like a thing possessed. I wish he wouldn’t do that.
We had a minor result
when the nice man emptying the dog dung bags gave me a large wodge of
dog poo bags. That will save a few pence on the monthly shopping
bill.
I then did a little
research to see about sorting a hike for next weekend. I think I have
a plan for a walk of about ten miles. If any of my loyal readers
fancy a stroll through the Kent countryside and you haven't already
had a formal invite, it’s because I had no idea you’d be up for
it. Drop me a line if you’d like to come along.
I then spent a few more
minutes on my presentation for the astro club. It’s only four weeks
away. It’s amazing how something which only takes up three hours
once a month is such a large part of my life.
Off to work. As I drove
the radio was broadcasting an interview with Winston
Churchill's last surviving child who died over the weekend aged
ninety-something. Obviously recorded a while ago, she was relating
anecdotes about her personal experiences of Lawrence of Arabia and
Stalin. Far more interesting than the usual rubbish broadcast on my
way to work.
On my way to work I
stopped off at Morrisons where my piss boiled. I wanted a USB memory
stick and had to wait ten minutes for all the staff to stop gossiping
about babies before anyone would serve me. When someone finally did
they were rather embarrassed to admit that thyey did have USB memory
sticks for sale, but they shouldn't have. They could sell me one *if*
I kept quiet about it.
What a way to run a
business...
No comments:
Post a Comment