Just lately "Furry
Face TM" had taken to having woofing fits
in the night. He had another one last night. I wish he wouldn't;
especially when I've actually found myself in bed and asleep.
He grudgingly accepted
the crusts from my toast this morning as I watched "The Mill"
from the Sky's "On Demand" thingy; I hear there is
to be a second series so I thought I'd remind myself of the first.
It's quite a good show if you like that sort of thing. Which I do.
Off to work; as I drove I
listened to the radio. There was talk about how people are making a
fast buck on the international buying
and selling of gold. Apparently every afternoon there is a
conference telephone call made between a gaggle of top bankers who
agree the day's price of gold. The accusation has been made that
there are those who are getting rich by illicit means by this
arrangement. If I could explain any better I would be getting rich
myself.
I stopped off at
Morrisons on my way to work. As well as apples and bananas I bought
two bottles of port for the upcoming camping weekend. It's
interesting how Morrisons aare happy to sell me port on my way to
work wheras Tesco flatly refuses to do so.
Work was much the same as
ever. At one point I did try to have one of the apprentices executed
for blatent and wanton willful destruction of government property
during a time of prolonged national austerity, but (apparently)
throwing out rubbish doesn't count as " blatent and
wanton..."
After work I popped round
to see Matt; he had several of Malcolm's plants which needed taking
to the allotment. My car looked rather liike a jungle as I drove
round town.
I then ran "Furry
Face TM" round the co op field, and with
"er indoors TM" off flogging
candles I found myself having to forage for my tea. I foraged in the
general direction of the Hong Kong Kitchen only to find the place
wasn't open.
KFC never lets me down...
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