"Furry Face TM"
had a woofing fit at 2.30am this morning. He was barking wildly at
the front door. Something must have spoooked him. Knowiing I wouldn't
get back to sleep I trudged back to bed, lay down, and woke up again
at 7.30am. I was well pleased with that.
Over breekkie I checked
out my emails. A new geocache had gone live in Folkestone, and with
half an hour the First to find had gone. To the Rear Admiral. For
someone who's only recently returned to the dark side he's doing
rather well at this silly game.
Being on a late start I
had a little time to spare, so I took "Furry Face TM"
for a walk over to Frogs Island. We played his version of "fetch"
as we walked. Rather than coming home we carried on to the garage to
collect my car. They'd done a wonderful job getting it ready in so
short a time; it's just a shame that there was so little change out
of five hundred pounds.
We drove home and I
revised the monthly accounts (now rather dire), and I nearly
became embroiled in a squabble on social media.
I maintain that those who
quote twee platitudes about "When life gives you lemons, make
lemonade" have clearly never once been given a lemon by
life. In the same vein I am convinced that those who loudly brag that
that one can achieve absolutely anything by hard work and
determination have absolutely no idea how fortunate they have been.
Perhaps I should stop
being quite so sensitive and develop a thicker skin, and stop seeing
offence where none is probably intended (even if actually given).
And so with my piss
boiling I set off to work. As I drove I used my newly serviced air
conditioning. Very nice. Just the thing for cooling boiling piss.
I got some petrol from
the cheapo-petrol shop in Ashford; it seems there's a price war. It
is now is only slightly cheaper than Canterbury. I had planned a
geo-target for my journey today, but an incessant stream of temporary
road works along the A28 put paid to that idea.
And so to work where I
didn't have the best of days. But at least with my car nearby I was
able to have a saxophone practice at lunch time. Sharps and flats
remain synonymous, but other than that slight detail the practicing
seems to be going reasonably well. Just as well something is... these
infernal nasal have swollen so much that they are rather painful.
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