What with an afternoon
spent building fences on Saturday and a twelve mile hike yesterday I
suppose it's hardly surprising that I ached (just a little)
when I woke this morning.
My dog must have been
aching too; he didn't stir from his basket as I scoffed my brekkie.
As I scoffed I watched a vintage episode of Dad's Army in which our
heroes were given the job of guarding telephone lines. It strck me as
a rather made-up scenario; did the army *really* guard miles
of phone lines during the war?
In the end Private Pike
saved the day with his porridge. As one does.
As I drove to work I had
the radio on. I heard the news that another classic is returning.
(Sort of). The cinema at the Bluewater shopping centre is
having an evening
of Laurel and Hardy films in June to celebrate the 125th
anniversary of Stan Laurel's birth. I'd be tempted to go up to it if
I didn't have all their films on DVD.
I've always said that
Oliver Hardy was the greatest comedian who ever lived.
I also heard that the
Prime Minister is ecstatic that five thousand small businesses have
signed a letter saying how
wonderful the coalition government has been.
The pundits presenting
this news then pointed out that in fact some five point two million
small businesses were actually eligible to sign that letter. Five
thousand signatures sounds really good; an uptake of one tenth of one
per cent isn't quite so impressive.
I got to work and did
some. At lunchtime I saxed. "Yesterday" seems to be
going quite well. However I do seem to get out of breath towards the
final tum-te-tum bits. I shall persevere.
And with work done I did
a little shopping. Firstly to the vastly overpriced "Go
Outdoors" for waterproofing for my walking shoes. And then
to Argos for new hair trimmers.
A week or so ago I
mentioned that Babylis hair trimmers don't cut; they just pull the
hair out. Today I got a set of Wahl clippers. Reduced from forty quid
to a tenner they did the job perfectly..
As I drove home there was
a bunch of UKIP supporters waving at cars as they drove through
Kennington. They all smiled sweetly at me; I gave them all
(collectively, and individually) the two fingers.
If they are ardent UKIP
supporters they are either incredibly stupid, or incredibly nasty. By
their looks I think these ones were stupid ones.
I then took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk round the park. The
second pink tennis ball has lasted to its third day. And other than
that there was really not a lot of note on our walk this evening;
probably for the best.
With "er indoors
TM" off bowling I settled myself in fromt
of the telly for my Monday fix. "Gotham" and then
"Game of Thrones". Apparently the actress who plays
Nudey Dragon-Girl has become so famous she's now refusing to
get her kit off any more.
There's no denying the
show has suddenly lost a lot of its attraction... but what are hashtags for if not to bandy. #getyourkitoffdaenerystargaryen
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