By the time I'd stuffed
up the astro club's accounts and solved a geo-puzzle last night I
didn't get to bed till nearly 2am. After an hour's laying awake I was
watching "Toddlers and Tiaras" on the TLC channel
before 6am. I *hate* these poxy steroids.
"Furry Face TM"
seemed rather excitable this morning, he chased sparrows out of the
garden at tiddle time, and was running up and down the stairs as
though nothing was wrong with him. After jumping on and off of sofas,
I caught him upstairs building up for an epic leap on to the bed. So
I took him for a walk. Compared to what we've done before it wasn't a
long one. Just through Bowens Field to the fountain in Viccy Park and
home through the co-op field. A short stroll, we were home before
8am. But I felt he needed a walk. He's clearly missed them - the
soles of his little feet have all gone fluffy where he's not walking
the fur away at the moment.
Once home he took himself
straight to bed and was soon soundly snoring whilst "er
indoors TM" lambasted me for over-exerting
the poor pup.
I had a go at the
household accounts. They have been worse; they could be better.
Things would be a whole lot better if I didn't keep having unexpected
emergencies and going out on the razzle. But what's money for if not
to squander foolishly.
And then over second
brekkie (hot cross buns and coffee) we watched last week's
episode of "Doctor Who". I do like Peter Capaldi as
The Doctor; but does the show really need "token fit bird
#34" to keep going home in every episode?
Whilst "er
indoors TM" pootled about I popped into
town. Astro club money to pay into the bank, and some shopping of my
own. I wanted a bigger rucksack for hiking, and I got one from a
street trader. I wanted a cheapo coat for slobbing about in, and I
got one from the OxFam shop. I wanted some new slippers... and was
unlucky. What's happened to all the shoe shops in town. When the
fruits of my loin were smaller there were eleven shoe shops in
Ashford. I can remember we walked round the town and counted them
once. Now there is one. Just one. Perhaps people buy from
supermarkets or on-line, or make shoes last longer. I don't know, but
I could only find one shoe shop.
I found a couple of
cheeky Munzees, and came home through the rain.
Once home we collected
"My Boy TM" and Lacey and drove
round to the Riverside Diner for a spot of lunch. A rather good
chili-cheese burger went down well; four meals and pop came to just
over twenty quid. I was impressed with that. Whilst in the area we
looked at the Christmas display in Bybrook barn Garden Centre, and
then drove down to Folkestone to see "Daddies Little Angel
TM" and the baby. He's putting on weight.
I suppose that after such
an awful night's sleep it's only expected that I would doze off
during the afternoon. I wasn't sparko for long; but long enough.
Home again; and with "er
indoors TM" off out on some beano or other
I got the Christmas beer out of the bucket and into the barrel.
Whilst it's very early days it doesn't taste *too* bad. Here's
hoping. And then i settled in front of the telly with my dog and
watched "Doctor Who" as it was actually broadcast
(for the first time in a month). Having seen cybermen all over
the BBC's program breaks for the last week I thought I knew what was
going to happen. But what a surprise...
As a Saturday treat I'd
bought myself a packet of vindaloo cashew nuts which I scoffed whilst
watching telly. If any of my loyal readers ever want to throw away
good money, buying vindaloo cashew nuts is a good way of doing so.
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