I had a terrible night's
sleep. I say "sleep"; when Suzy-pup wasn't barking
she was alternately growling or whimpering. I gave up any attempt at
sleep at 5am and watched telly whilst she continued to bark, whimper
and growl. In between various noises I watched the latest episode of
the documentary about trainee Royal Marine Commandoes. I wonder if
things had been different could I have been a career soldier? I don't
think so somehow.
I then broke one of my
resolutions and spent half an hour (or so) squabbling about
trivia on social media, and then took both dogs for a walk. We didn't
go as far as I had planned; both pups were trying to pick seperate
fights with other dogs (in different directions) so we came
home again.
As we walked through the
park we encountered a rather fat chap doing sit-ups on a park bench
with a ghetto-blaster playing Bollywood tunes at full blast. We've
not seen him before. And as we came home along Christchurch Road we
saw the police hammering on the door of the house out of which a lot
of shouting and swearing was coming last night. I had a sly smile
about that noise on yesterday's walk; after a torrent of "F-
this F-that" another voice bellowed "OK now shut it"
and there was silence.
This morning the 'bules
are out. I wonder what is going on there?
I left a little early for
work; we'd run out of Koi food and yesterday I drove straight past
the Koi shop having forgotten all about getting some scoff. I made a
point of stopping there today; I looked at the expensive food and
laughed. I then looked at the medium priced fish-scran and thought
about it, and finally settled for a bag which was five times the
weight of the second cheapest stuff for just over half the price.
Let's hope they eat it; in the past they've turned their noses up at
the cheap scoff. But in these days of austerity it is that or
nothing; my dog has the crusts off of my toast now.
I then drove on past work
and kept going. Whilst I'd been out with the dogs earlier I'd had an
email to say that a new geocache had gone live a few miles past
Canterbury. I like doing something in the morning before work, and
chasing an FTF is always fun (if you like that sort of thing).
I chased it; I got it. Happy dance.
From where I was the way
back to work took me through Sturry where a few weeks ago I'd failed
to find a cache hidden there. I failed again on this one today. I
shall cheat - a geo-buddy found it recently. I shall send her an
email.
I then stopped off in the
sub Post Office in Sturry to get some sweeties (diet, pah!)
and was harangued by a pikey. She'd had a note through her door to
tell her to collect a parcel from the Post Office, and so there she
was. If I had been brave enough I would have said she was at the
wrong Post Office, but I didn't like to tell her that.
She was incensed that she
couldn't just turn up at any old Post Office; she thought it was
utterly unreasonable that she had to go to a specific Post Office. I
would have thought it would have made sense to have gone to the Post
Office where they had told her that her parcel actually was; but what
do I know?
Work was much the same as
ever, and I came home to find our emergency back-up dog had returned
home and that the clans had gathered "chez nous".
Being late I missed much of the insult-bandying, but sat with a dog
on my lap for this week's installment of "The 100".
I counted the deaths - it's slightly over ninety now...
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