The night shift went as
well as can be expected. Whilst not everyone would want to work
nights I quite like it. To be honest the bit I *really* like
is the amount of time I get off work when doing the shift pattern,
and the work's not bad really.
As I drove home I
listened to the radio. It would seem that the director-general of the
BBC has been under a twenty-four hour police guard since he received
death threats following the recent sacking
of Jeremy Clarkson. Death threats? Who on Earth would make such
threats?
On a much smaller scale
I myself have received one or two pointed comments from various
quarters about my not being in formal mourning for Clarkson's removal
from our screens. Personally I can't say I like the chap's TV
persona, and I couldn't help but feel some vindication when I heard
that having been given the heave-ho from the BBC, ITV and Channel
Four and Sky TV don't
want him either.
Once home I took my dog
for a walk. He seemed to be walking awkwardly. Yesterday he'd been
taken out in the rain and his coat was a little tight. It would seem
to have rubbed a bit. He has tender armpits. We'll need to keep an
eye on that.
As we walked through the
Bowens Field wetland park I saw the trolley I'd pulled out of the
pond on Saturday. Someone had thrown it back in. I pulled it back out
again.
We carried on to Viccie
park where Fudge had "another go" at (on) a
poodle. This one wasn't one he's climbed on before. Said poodle's
owner went mental, and my comment of "Oh - your dog's a girl?
My dog's gone bisexual then" *really* didn't go down
well. The owner was shrieking about not wanting puppies; I explained
that my dog had been "done" a couple of years ago.
She repeated that she didn't want puppies, I repeated that he'd been
"done". As she repeated again that she didn't want
puppies I took a deep breath and explained about "the birds
and the bees". (And "done" dogs). Judging
by her reaction I think that the concept of a dog being "done"
was entirely new to her.
I hadn't intended to go
very far today, but we carried on to Singleton Lake where "Furry
Face TM" chased several ducks. His sore
legs are only sore when he's attention-seeking. He can still chase
ducks with the best of them.
Once home I went to bed
for a bit. Not as much of a bit as maybe I could have had.
I spent what was left of
the afternoon looking at the accounts. As has been the case recently
they are a lot better than they have been, but they could still be
better.
On Saturday I mentioned
we had a letter from some debt collectors about someone else's vet
bill. I phoned the debt collection agency who'd written to us. I was
fully expecting the conversation to be hard work; it was not. As soon
as I said that the letter was addressed to someone who doesn't live
here, the chap at the other end of the phone immediately said that
he's fed up with people giving fake addresses and assured me we'd
hear no more about it.
With "er indoors
TM" off bowling I set about the ironing.
As I ironed I watched yesterday's installment of "Poldark".
Captain Poldark is getting lucky; his cousin not so. And then Gotham
in which we met another super-villain in the making...
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