I would have slept a lot
better last night had I remembered to turn off my alarm. I had no
reason to be woken at 6.30am this morning. But I was.
I tried to doze off
again, but to no avail.
I got up and checked out
social media over brekkie. Not a lot had happened really, which was
probably for the best.
I then took "Furry
Face TM" for his morning's constitutional
round the park. As we met we saw a dog with a yellow collar. I
wondered it was a fashion statement or if this really was a "yellow
dog" requiring some space. We soon found that the dog
was indeed a vicious animal that tried to savage me and it took the
owner's full force to get said ravening creature under any semblance
of control. I think that *was* a proper yellow dog. If only more
people were aware of the whole "yellow dog"
scheme...
We then saw two newcomers
to the South Ashford dog-walking scene; a vicar with a "powder
puff on a lead" and a rather foxy lady with what I can only
describe as a Transylvanian Death-Hound. It played with my dog nicely
enough but tried to murder every other dog it saw. The foxy lady said
she liked my little pup as it was rare to find a dog with which her
Transylvanian Death-Hound would play nicely. I smiled sweetly, and
wondered if I should broach the topic of a yellow collar and lead.
Two days ago a new
geocache had gone live in Canterbury. This one involved a little
puzzle solving to find it; I did the puzzle solving last night (with
the aid of Google Street View) and set off to work a little
earlier than I needed in the hope of getting a First to Find. My
puzzle-solving skills amazed me; I soon had the geocache in hand and
I was indeed the first one to find it. In celebration I drove round
to McDonalds for a spot of McBrekkie. Personally I quite like
McBrekkie. There are those who might feel a second brekkie is being
greedy. I woul say those people are just jealous they didn't get a
First to Find on a Church Micro.
As I drove aruound
Canterbury I listed to the radio. "Desert Island Discs" was
on. Harry
Rabinowitz was on the show. Apparently he is (was) big in
the music and film industries, and when he was married, Sid James (of
"Carry On" fame) was his best man. I can't say I'd ever
heard of the chap, and there's no denying that I doubt he'd like my
choice of music either.
I got some petrol, then
went in to work. I did what I had to, and then came home again. As I
drove I listened to the radio. "Any Questions" was
being broadcast. Once it was an entertaining show; these days it's
more about pompous windbags talking rubbish. Which is a shame for a
national radio station...
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