A reasonable and uneventful night’s sleep is not to be sniffed at. I
woke shortly before ‘er indoors TM alarm went off. Over
brekkie I checked out cyber-space; a photo I’d posted three months ago had
attracted comment. It’s odd how these things from ages ago sometimes came back
to light.
I also had a message
that a geocache I’d hidden over near the park and ride in Canterbury has had an
obscene message written in it. I can’t help but wonder what that message was; I
suppose I’d better have a look-see on my way to work later.
I took “Furry
Face TM
“for a little walk. We stopped by the
bus stop and pretended to be waiting for the bus. A “delightful young lady”
was bellowing into her mobile phone about her experiences yesterday evening.
Her boyfriend had apparently “got leary” in the pub and had received a
slap for his behaviour. He came home, sulked, fell asleep, then woke up and
went out. Whilst he was out he threw a rock through the window of a house and
of a car. He intended to chuck rocks through the windows of the people who’d
given him a slap, but apparently he missed. Needless to say he then received
another slap and it was at this point that the “delightful young lady”
waded in with fists flying. She was adamant that had the innocents (who’d
had rocks thrown through their windows) “let it lie” then there
wouldn’t have been a problem. It would seem that in her world getting a rock
through your window is just part of life’s rich tapestry and that reporting
throwers of rocks to the police just isn’t cricket.
It was at this
point that the bus arrived and I had to pretend I was waiting for a different
bus. I would like to have found out what had happened next.
With the scum
element safely ensconced on the bus I took “Furry Face TM “ round to Bowens
Field where we walked through the park. I had intended going right on to
Singleton Lake, but the drizzle had developed into proper rain so we cut our
walk short and came home. As we arrived home I saw the people two doors down
were moving out. I knew they were going; having retired they are moving to the
West Midlands.
I’ve known them for twenty years. You would
have thought they would have said goodbye.
I then got my sax
out and had a practice. And having chucked my dog out into the garden I practiced
without his accompaniment. I’m sure his singing is worse than my saxing. “Blue
Moon” is coming along slowly; the Bach minuet isn’t. I then had a quick
look at my finances… could be worse.
And I had a bit
more of a fiddle with my latest Wheri-project. I *think* it’s now ready for its
first field testing. I shall do that tomorrow.
I then spent much
of the afternoon fast asleep. I’m off to work now – via a minor detour…
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