I woke up shivering at
4am; an alliance of "er indoors TM"
and "Furry Face TM" had stolen all
the covers. I hoiked then back, and got sworn and growled at for my
troubles. I eventually got warm again, and got up shortly after 7am
to a glorious morning. I had a look-see on social media to see what
was new. Very little, really.
There's been an odd smell
about the house lately; I had a theory it was the carpet in the back
lobby so I hung that carpet out on the washing line to air and then
took "Furry Face TM" for a walk.
As we came past the lake a startled squirrel shot up a tree and from
the safety of height he glared at my dog. Fudge was blissfully
unaware of the squirrel. However he had seen a family of ducks and he
flew at them. There was a male, two females and a gaggle of baby
ducks. They didn't run from the dog. They stood their ground, and
Fudge skidded to a halt as he realised that something wasn't quite
right.
He looked at the ducks in
amazement and they returned his gaze. I thought they looked quite
threatening; I suppose they were protecting the babies. The stand-off
lasted for a few seconds before Fudge lost interest and ran off to
harrass the local fishermen.
We did encouter one
nutter who warned my dog to beware of trees because they are bigger
than him, but otherwise todays' walk was one of the less eventful
ones.
We came home and with a
few minutes to spare I got out Steve's pressure washer and with no
obvious way to connect the water inlet to the mains water supply I
flooded the bathroom. I then had a vague idea that he thing might
suck water from a reservoir so I filled the bath but that didn't work
either.
The obvious answer is to
buy a proper connector so's I could bodge the hose pipe onto the tap.
but with little time to spare I put it all away. I'll have another
look tomorrow.
I then took "Furry
Face TM" to the vets for his check-up. Not
entirely the clean bill of health I was hoping for... Regular readers
of this drivel may recall his slipped disc of last year and his
subsequent visit to SuperVet.
The vet was concerned
that whilst not any worse, his back isn't actually getting any
better. Our long walks aren't hurting him, but vet says that (with
immediate effect) he's not allowed to go up or down stairs any
more. And he's not to jump up or down either. This puts paid to his
coming up in the night and sleeping on our bed. With that in mind I
settled him in his basket and took myself off to bed as ssomething of
a prelude to the upcoming night shift.
I went to bed at 1pm with
the alarm set for 6pm. I woke at 3.20pm. I shall be tired later.
It's a shame I can't sleep to order.
I came downstairs and
watched vintage episodes of Doctor Who. I stopped Fudge from jumping
up and lifted him onto the sofa next to me. As Patrick Troughton did
battle with Ice Warriors so my dog snored unaware of the peril. I
then realised we hadn't programmed the SkyPlus box to allow for our
new router. That took far longer than it should have done.
I'd forgotten I put put
the lobby carpet out on the line to air; I put that back where it
belonged, had a spot of tea, and now I'm off to the night shift...
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