I slept like a log last
night; finally getting up about 8am. Over brekkie I checked out
social media; not a lot had happened overnight.
I took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk. We went round to the
park; I'd forgotten that Saturday morning is when the runners all do
their thing in the park. Over a hundred runners; not one looking as
though they are enjoying the run. Every single one looking as though
they were in intense pain.
We came home through
Bowens Field; on the way we met the poodle with which Fudge attempted
a "dalliance" during the week. The owner glared at
us both.
As we came through the
wetlands park I did my good deed for the day (sort of).
Someone had thrown a supermarket trolley into the pond. In a moment
of being public-spirited I pulled it out. I was then faced with a
dripping pondscum-encrusted supermarket trolley and no idea what to
do with it. I had this genius idea to share the love. I'd done my bit
by extracting the offending trolley from the pond. It would only be
fair for me to let someone else share the "public-spirited"
by letting them dispose of the trolly. So I left it by the pondside
to dry off.
We drove down to
Folkestone to see the baby. On the way we tried to get First to Find
on a new geocache; we missed out by fifteen minutes.
We weren't too late
arriving at the abode of "Daddies Little Angel TM",
and after getting bashed up by a particularly weak grandson (who's
a lot stronger than I'd ever admit to him) I fell asleep for a
bit.
We came home via Maplins.
I needed a new charger for my portable power pack. I've got one
somewhere but I've lost it. I've spent months searching to no avail.
I expect that having spent nearly twenty quid on a new charger the
old one will soon turn up.
We got home to find the
postman had been. I opened the letter without really paying attention
to the addressing. I then nearly laid an egg. A demand for nearly a
thousand quid from a debt collection agency for an unpaid vet bill.
I then re-read the letter
a little more carefully. It was a letter about a vet bill owed to a
vet we've never used and was adressed to people who don't actually
live in our house. I phoned the vet in question; they didn't seem
very interested. I shall have to phone the debt collection people on
Monday; I'm not paying someone else's debts.
I spent the afternoon
fast asleep in bed. It would have been good to have gone to the
birthday party that everyone else is going to this evening, but that
wasn't possible this time. Instead I'm off to the night shift now.
And the clocks are going forward tonight. That's a result.
I wonder if I'll be
docked an hour's money...
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