I slept for nearly six
hours last night, but had a lonely breakfast as "Furry Face
TM" slept through toast time. I rather
suspect yesterday evening's hike through the jungle was more wearing
for him than it had been for me. I left him asleep and set off to
work.
The plan was to get some
petrol on the way to work as I had a few minutes spare. However my
plan was thwarted as the cheapo-petrol shop was closed. I had time
this morning. This evening I would have to make a special journey to
get petrol. Or I could stick with my plan of re-fuelling before work
and buy the expensive stuff from Morrisons. A dilemma.
I drove to work utterly
undecided as to whhat I shoud do about petrol.
In the end I went to
Morrisons. Buying the expensive stuff cost me forty one pence extra.
Why do I get so wound up about petrol prices?
And so to work where the
day wasn't as dull as it might have been; I got to see duck juggling
which is actually not quite as dull as I thought it might be. I
suspect duck juggling with real ducks might be more interesting, but
plastic ducks were good enough to be getting on with.
Despite the heatwave I
had a sax practice at lunch time. I must admit I didn't last long; it
was too hot. We've actually got an official level
two heatwave going on at the moment. I did a little research but
couldn't find what constituted a level two heatwave; nor howw one
differed from a level three or level four heatwave.
An early start made for
an early finish; I came home and took my little dog for a walk. It
was probably far too hot to be taking him out, but he doesn't
understand level two heatwave alerts. We played "Fetch",
we ran like a mad thing, and we flatly refused to come out of the
river when we found how cool it was in there.
With "er indoors
TM" off on a beano I foraged for work.
Curry and chips might have given me something of a guts ache. And
then whilst a serious storm raged I set about ironing shirts. Rather
dull really..
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