It was a rather hot and
humid night last night; I had just over five hours' sleep. It's a lot
better than I've been having, but not really enough. Rather unlike a
certain small dog who has slept somewhat constantly since our little
walk yesterday.
Over brekkie "Furry
Face TM" dragged himself out of his
basket, scoffed the crusts from my toast, and then went back to sleep
on my lap as I watched the last episode of "Reggie Perrin".
Billed as one of the classics, it's not really stood the test of
time. The first series was entertaining enough, but the second wasn't
as good, and this last one was really rather lame.
I checked my emails. A
couple of years I wrote a couple of short stories, and in the
meantime I've been tweaking and adjusting and totally re-writing
them. I submitted them to a short story competition organised by
Fantastic Books Publishing. Both have been reviewed by the judges,
annd both have got to the first shortlist. I'm feeling rather pleased
with myself about that.
Going back to work came
hard; and it was rather obvious at lunch time that I'd been
neglecting my saxophone lately. Whilst having a tootle I had a minor
ding-dong with one of the normal people. Some woman didn't like the
fact I was practicing my sax in the car park (as I do). She
felt I was taking up a parking space unfairly. She conceded that I
had a permit to be in that car park, and she also conceded that had I
gone foor a walk at lunchtime or were reading a book then she would
have no problem with my being parked there. But the fact that I had
my car boot open (to get to my sax box) was boiling her piss.
She had no problem with me takking my sax to work, or even storing it
in my car. But if I was gong to practice the thing I should take it
somewhere else. Apparently it stood to reasson that I was abusing my
car park permit by practicing a musical instrument in the general
vicinity of my legally parked car.
I can't understand it
either...
Home, and I took "Furry
Face TM" out. It was a hot evening so we
didn't go far. Only as far as the co-op field where we lost his ball.
We came home and I spent a little time updating the other pages of
this blog (see the links above) until "er indoors TM"
came home.
I then dozed off...
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