I had rather bad back
ache in the night. I suspect had I not been twisting and turning to
avoid disturbing a sleeping dog my back wouldn't have ached so much.
I suppose it's a sign that his back is better if he's returned to the
bed; but I really should take him back to his basket at night.
I got up, and whilst
boiling up my toast I realised that there was no sign of the
butterfly we found yesterday. I wonder what happened to him?
I took "Furry
Face TM" round the park. It was a little
cold and damp, but we had a good walk. As we went we met a Ghurkha
family, and like all Ghurkha families that I've met, the children
love my dog whilst the parents seem terrified of him. As mother
ranted at the children in Nepalese, so the children assured mother
they see my dog every day and he's never bitten anyone yet.
I can't say that I was
entirely happy with the qualifier of "yet", but they
made a fuss of "Furry Face TM"
and he seemed to like it.
I then went off to the
late shift at work. Via Morrisons where I had to fight with the
self-service checkout. When these things were first introduced they
worked fine. Now they've been "improved" and it's
actually quicker to queue up and have the nice lady do the checkout
for you.
And having a little time
on my hands I went to hunt out the morning's obligatory geocache. I
didn't find it. I *think* I found where it was, but the instructions
did say I would need a tool to get at the thing. I *think* I know
what tool I will need. I shall bang off a quick email to the chap who
hid it just to check I am on the right lines, and if so I shall go
back the next time I am on a late shift.
As I drove there was a
play on the radio
based on a real-life story in which an eleven year old schoolboy was
trying to get hormone treatments to make him grow up as the girl he
thought he should be rather than as the boy he actually was.
It's easy to be flippant
about these cases. I did feel for the plight of the poor boy/girl in
the story. And at the same time I couldn't help but wonder how I
would have reacted if one of the fruits of my loin said that they
felt God had made a mistake with them.
I don't think I would
have been as sympathetic as the parents in the radio drama.
I went in to work, did my
bit, and at lunchtime had a sax practice. Now that I am back on day
shifts for a bit I will have a little more regularity with sax
practice. It's colder in the works car park, but I don't have small
dogs singing along. Today, in the third week of December, I was
playing a tune called "Summertime" on a saxophone
which was almost too cold to touch.
A late start made for a
late finish; I was home just in time to watch the last episode of
"Gotham"; it was really good, but now is having a
mid-season break until the spring. Which is a shame...
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