I've not done a night
shift for a while; I quite liked doing the night shift last night.
The only real disadvantage was that I was coming home through the
rush hour traffic. I might just have to look at planning a different
route home for next time.
Once home I wasn't quite
sure about how to organise my day, so faced with a rather
enthusiastic dog I put the collar and lead onto "Furry Face
TM" and took him for a little walk. We
went down to Park Farm where I had a little look-see to check that my
"Park Farm Pootle" series of geocaches were all OK.
They were.
Fortunately for my nerves
today's walk was relatively uneventful. Fudge tried to "do
his lipstick" to a boy dog ten times his size, we met a pug
puppy, all very quiet really. Mind you I did have a wry smile as we
came through Park Farm. As we walked along a pavement we heard a
frantic shrieking. "Look out, look out" screamed a
woman being dragged along the path at a gallop by a dog which was the
size of the average Polar Bear. Why do people have dogs which are so
large that they cannot control them.
As we walked along the new path from Park Farm to Asda we saw a familiar face, and I geo-chatted with Simon for a few minutes. We then came home via the pet shop, and after a little brekkie spent watching "The New Avengers" I took myself off to bed. I slept for three hours. I would have slept longer but, like yesterday, I was woken by someone asking about my alledgedly under-performing pension.
I got up; there's no
denying I wasn't feeling especially lively. So I watched a film about
the family
life of a lesbian couple. It was billed as a comedy-drama. For
all that it was entertaining enough there was precious little comedy
about it. One
of the actors looked incredibly familiar and I spent much of the
film wondering what I'd seen him in. Having looked him up on the
Internet I can only think I'm confusing him with someone else.
Martin called round, and
we walked round to Romney Road where, once the clans had gathered, I
stayed awake through another episode of "The 100".
With only about seventy still surviving I have absolutely no idea
what's going on. But an evening spent with old muckers is always
good.
Our walk home brought us
past the chip shop (by some odd coincidence). I was rather
miffed to find it was closed...
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