We must have forgotten to
close the living room door last night; "Furry Face TM"
was having a woofing fit at the front door at 2.55am last night. I
wish he wouldn;t do that. Whilst I was up I let him out into the
garden where he had another woofing fit. I tried to get back to
sleep, but couldn't. I dozed fitfully until I finally got up at
5.30am.
Friday morning is
weigh-in time. Weight loss this week was disappointing after last
week, but that is how weight loss goes. I watched "Family
Guy" over brekkie; the dog who had been so lively three
hours before was now fast asleep.
And so to work on a
rather damp and murky morning. Had I been going to Teston today (as
had been the original plan) I would have been be looking at a wet
weekend; perhaps not going was for the best.
Mind you I did wonder how
the event was going to be funded. Last year we had been told that the
bill for the weekend would be over a thousand pounds which was to be
financed by the camping attendees.
I offered several
fundraising suggestions, none of which were taken up. I wonder how
(or if) they raised the money.
As I drove to work the
radio was talking about how the American air force is air-lifting
humanitarian supplies to beleaguered minorities in the Middle
East who are under fear of death because of their religious beliefs.
Sometimes I really
despair. This is the twenty-first century. We have the technology to
put people on the Moon. half the UK population can realistically
expect a university education. Higher education is becoming the norm
the world over and *still* we go to war over differences in
superstitions...
I got to work for the
early shift, and did my bit. I spent much of the day looking out of
various windows whilst reflecting on how today would not be the sort
of day best spent shivering in a field.
Sax practice was
particularly overcast; it would have gone better had some random
child not appeared from nowhere and offered me sage advice. Said
child claimed to be able to play the saxophone really well and was
self-taught. I smiled, and eventually he realised I was ignoring his
wisdom.
I came home via the
cheapo petrol station (which was today even cheaper than usual)
and after quickly running "Furry Face TM"
round to the co-op field five of us had a quick game of cards. With
"er indoors TM" off at the annual
convocation of the guild of candemongers we were having flushes and
straights until midnight.
It's nearly eighteen
months since I last played a game of poker. Really should do it more
often...
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