With an alarm set for the
first time in two weeks I found myself wide awake at 4.30am. I'd
forgotten how frustrating that can be. I lay awake until shortly
after 5.30am, then got up. My little dog was still snoring on the
sofa, and didn't stir at all. After a shave I stood on the scales; I
thought I'd put on weight over this two weeks of sick leave; I had.
I'm now over sixteen stones in weight. Diet time (!)
Over brekkie I watched an
episode of "Family Guy", then watched a few minutes
of an interview with Terry Gilliam. The blurb about the show looked
interesting; the show itself was just pretentious.
Off to work; I've not
listened to the news for a fortnight. The specific details of the
news might have changed; the general pattern hasn't. People still
fight in the Middle East because that's what they've done for so
long they don't know any different. And the press attacked
the National Health Service because that's what they've done
for so long they don't know any different either.
I got to work, did my
bit. I had my lunchtime saxophone practice; I seem to acheive far
more with a saxophone at the far end of the car park than I ever do
at home, I can only assume it's because I'm not constantly telling a
certain dog to shut his howling.
Once home this evening I
took that little dog round the block. It would have been good to have
gone further, but by the time I get home it is completely dark. I'm
not going to let "Furry Face TM"
off the lead after dark; he gets distracted easily anough as it is
when I can see where he is.
We then had a rather good
bit of scoff for tea, a half-way decent bottle of plonk, and got
about five per cent of the space on the Sky-Plus box cleared/ We now
have nearly twenty per cent of the storage space on that thing
cleared.
And in closing did you
know that today was World
Toilet Day?
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