I slept rather well, but
was still awake by 6am. There is usually rubbish to be watched on the
SkyPlus box, and so I watched "Dad's Army" and "Are
You Being Served" in which Mr Mash had something to stick
up Mrs Slocombe's corsets. Like Corporal Jonnes, Mrs Slocombe didn't
like it up 'er either.
I set off to work; I
listened to the radio as I drove. Hillary Clinton is hoping to become
the next
President of the United States. She's sixty seven years old. She
must be mad. I'm nearly twenty years younger than her and I'm ready
to retire.
I stopped off at
Morrisons to get fruit. I also got jam and marmalade as we seemed to
be getting short of the stuff.
Once at work I spent more
time organising my rota than I did on anything else. Swapping night
shifts isn't as straightforward as you might think.
At lunchtime I had a blow
on my sax. A sound which has progressively been geetting worse and
worse was improved beyond all recognition by replacing the reed.
Reeds cost pence and are supposed to last for a few weeks. Being an
old meanie I'd made one last for about three months. I should have
thrown it ages ago.
Mind you I'm still
struggling with a dodgy triplet on a bridge over troubled water,
I came home to find we'd
actually got plenty of jam aand marmalade and also to find a letter
from the people who'd recently fitted the new back door. Apparently I
needed a form of planning permission to have a new back door, but
because the buch who fitted the door are a fenestration
self assessment registered authority all is well and they've done
the legal stuff for me. (You couldn't make this crap up, could
you?)
I then took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk round the park. Just
lately on our walks he's been asking for a ball to play with. We took
a ball. I threw it. He ran after it and tried to eat it. He then
carried the ball for much of the rest of our walk. I actually got to
throw it about half a dozen times. He'd rather chew it and carry it
than actually play "fetch".
My phone pinged. Was I
going to this weekend's geo-meet? Could I help with a gaggle of
scouts who are doing some geocaching before the meet?
It's been a while since I
was involved with scouting. I'll give it a go....
The new series of "Game
of Thrones" starts in a few minutes. i wonder if
nudey-dragon-girl will get her kit off again. Here's hoping...
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