I fell asleep in front of
the telly last night several times, and eventually gave up and had an
early night. I slept through till 5am, and then got up and watched
this week's episode of the documentary about trainee Royal Marine
Commandoes. As I watched "Furry Face TM"
scoffed the crusts from my toast, and I rubbed ointment onto my
stings. As the most badly stung area on my right leg is getting less
painfiul so I am discovering other stings here and there which I
never realised that I had.
I have formally declared
war on wasp-kind. In the past I have always had a "live and
let live" attitude to them, but after last weekend I've had
a change of mind.
And so to work. i
listened to the news; the international comunity seems to have double
standards. Russia
faces all manner of sanctions for its perceived support of one
war. At the same time Israeil is allowed to bomb
children with impunity in another.
Once at work I did my
thing. Apart from spotting the world's worst wig the day passsed off
relatively uneventfully. I came home again along some of the
roughest roads known to science; so much for road repairs.
I took my dog for a walk.
In the Bowens Field Wetlands Fudge dropped fudge in a bramble bush,
thereby making extraction of said fudge rather problematical. We then
walked round to Viccie Park where two more Munzees had been secreted
over the weekend. I soon did the Munzee thing with them, and we came
home for a rather good bit of tea. You can't go wrong with a pork
chop.
Being Tuesday we set of
to the Admiralty where the clans gathered. Having put the world to
rights we then watched the latest installment of "The 100";
or "The 93" as it should be retitled.
The show has promise, but
so far I'm not finding myself warming to any of the major characters.
Or disliking any of them either. I shall give it a little moore
chance before totally dismissing it out of hand...
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