Over brekkie I
watched more of the period drama about the life and times of Lillie Langtry. In
today's episode she was nearly podgered by the King of Belgium, and had to fend
off unwanted advances from Oscar Wilde. I always thought that it was a matter
of historical record that Oscar Wilde "baked a moist sponge and bowled
from the pavilion end"; perhaps the writers were using artistic
licence. Or would a TV drama not be brave enough to tackle "that sort of
thing".
I checked out the
Internet; nothing much of note had happened overnight. And on my morning drive
to work there was very little of interest on the radio, The squabble about
Scottish independence goes on. And what a daft squabble it is. Apparently the
vast majority of common sense is so against the idea that even the Royal Bank
of Scotland is making
plans to move to England should the vote go in favour of independence.
As I drove I was
amazed at the piss-poor standard of driving shown by some of my fellow road
users. I can understand how some drivers get a little stressed at some of the
idiots on the road, but if you are determined to drive like a cock, it's always
best to do so in a vehicle that *doesn't* have your company's name emblazoned
all over it. I would suggest that employees of both Watling Tyres and
CannonHygiene.com might like to bear this in mind. Because those people I
watched getting mowed off of the road today know to whom to address their
complaints.
I got to work, did
my bit, and came home again. I took “Furry Face TM “ round the park where we met a Gurkha family.
And (as usual) they were terrified of my dog. The adults were shying
away from him and trying to pull the children away too. One of the littluns
knelt down and, to his mother’s horror, stroked my dog. He made quite a fuss of
the little pup and told his mother “it’s only a dog”.
Mother remained
unconvinced.
I spent much of the rest of the evening working on my latest Wherigo.
Rather a dull day really. And then the phone rang. “Daddy’s Little Angel TM
” thinks her contractions have started. Bearing in mind she’s not due for three
weeks I think it’s wind…
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