I was really tired last
night so I took myself off to bed sortly after 9pm. I was out like a
light and slept for over eight hours. I woke, brekkied, watched the
antics of Mrs Slocombe's pussy on "Are You Being Served"
and then had a look on the Internet.
A few days ago I saw a
photograph on Facebook which I thought was in bad taste. It was on a
family-friendly site about Jack Russell dogs. The photo showed a Jack
Russell together with the fragments of a rabbit which that Jack
Russell had rent asunder. I though this wasn't really appropriate on
a site which is regularly viewed by children so I reported it to the
Facebook authorities. After a few days they got back to me.
Apparently photographs of
small terriers ripping rabbits apart doesn't violate their community
standards. I can't help but wonder what *would* violate their
standards...
As I drove to work the
radio spewed it's usual brand of news-related drivel. Again there
wasn't much of note. Internationally man still fought man because of
silly superstitions. At national level defeated politicians were
squabbling. The Labour party are selecting a new leader because they
feel it is the right thing to do, and UKIP are not because their
leader has told them not to.
I stopped off at
Morrisons; they were doing a bargain on red wine so I got a
half-price bottle. Reduced from ten quid to a fiver I'm hoping for
great things (but in all honesty not expecting much).
I went to work, bit some,
and came home. "Furry Face TM" was
pleased to see me. We went for a walk round the park. Just as we
reached the half-way point the drizzle started. After fifty yards the
rain became torrential. We were soaked by the time we got home. Not
that I think rain bothers dogs much.
I came home and dried
off. And then I checked my emails. Four new caches have gone live in
Bethersden. On the one hand it's a good thing because going hunting
tupperware is always fun. On the other hand... it's put paid to all
the plans I've been making about a forty-plus cache series in the
area. I suppose it's my own fault; I should have got myself organised
earlier. But I'm still a bit pissed off about it.
I shall open that bottle
of wine in a minute...
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