I had a lonely brekkie
this morning; "Furry Face TM"
looked at me and then carried on snoring in his basket. The recent
hot weather has taken a lot out of him. As I had my toast I watched
the latest episode of "The Mill"; I do like that
show. Featuring the rise of the Trade Union movement it's really
interesting to watch the rise of something which was once wonderful
but now sadly seems to have had its day.
I hung my laundry on the
line and set off to work; the news was full of doom and gloom; which
was a shame on such a beautiful morning. As I drove I was thinking of
Lacey who would be waking up in her tent in Bilsington. She'd spent
the night with the Beavers at cub camp with my old cub pack in our
old camp site. For a moment I had a pang of nostalgia; but on
reflection would I want to go back to camping with the Cubs? I did it
for thirteen years. That was quite enough.
I stopped off at
Morrisons for a spot of shopping. I parked up my car, and as I got
out so I saw a dog in another car. The dog saw me, threw himself at
the car's window in an attempt to bite me, and in doing so set off
that car's alarm. I did laugh.
Morrisons had no shower
gel. What was that all about?
Once at work I did my
bit. I was rather industrious (for a change). Lunchtime sax
practice went well; I got a glare from a normal person who came up
whilst I was tootling, sat in her car, ate her lunch and looked
daggers at me for half an hour. Mind you I would probably do the same
if all I wanted was a bit of peace and quiet and I had me making a
god-awful racket on a saxophone.
There's no denying that
my rendition of that tune that goes
da-da-da-da-da-dee-dee-doo-doo-dah leaves a lot to be desired, but I
do a half-way decent stab at the theme from the Great Escape.
I came home to find it
had been raining; my laundry was soaking wet. I put it in to spin and
took "Furry Face TM" round to the
co-op field to play ball. We would have gone on to the park, but the
rain put paid to that plan. Instead we came home to find that "er
indoors TM" had come home with our house
guest. One of our walking buddies is staying overnight. She was no
trouble during the evening as I did the ironing. I wonder what she
will be like overnight...
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