I slept like a log last
night. Over brekkie I checked out social media and emails and saw
that not a lot was going on in cyberspace.
With brekkie scoffed I
took "Furry Face TM" for a little
walk round the park. We were out rather earlier than usual, and
didn't meet many other dogs (which was probably for the best).
I took a ball and ball-thrower with us today. We've tried playing
with those before; it was never really a success in the past. Today's
go wasn't really a success either. I threw the ball, my dog chased
after it and ran past it leaving it for me to collect twice. On the
third attempt he picked up the ball and wouldn't give it back.
As we walked I couldn't
help but notice the mess that was Viccie Park. Normally a really good
place to be, over the weekend some hooligans had emptied every bin
and scattered litter everywhere. Why do people do that?
We were back home shortly
after 8am, and I pootled about doing some dull chores. My phone
beeped; a new geocache not a million miles from work. Had things been
diffferent today I would have chased an First to Find. But I had
other things to do today so instead I watched "Upstairs
Downstairs" on the ITV Encore channel until it was time to
go to the dentist.
I say "dentist";
my appointment was actually with the dental hygienist. I didn't have
to wait long, and soon the nice lady spent half an hour scraping
round the inside of my gob. She then announced my cake-muncher was in
excellent condition.
Judging by the amount of
blood I then spat down the mouth-rinsing plug-hole I wasn't so sure.
She assured me that copious amounts of blood was a good sign. I
suppose she knows what she's talking about. Blood always seems more
when it is mine.
And so to work. As I
drove there was a documentary on the radio about how in the olden
days test match cricketers would sail to Australia (presumably
they fly these days?) It was rather dull, and didn't really grip
my attention. And when they wheeled on the cricketers who made the
voyages (now in their nineties) I turned off.
Even though I was running
late I popped into Morrisons for some lunch. I also got a five litre
can of "Hobgoblin". Five litres in one tin; would
you believe it? That will take some necking.
I could have deployed a
Munzee. I had one in my pocket, and a location in place. But I was
already late for work so I hurried in and did my thing until home
time. (I do that, you know)
I could have deployed the
Munzee on the way home; I didn't. Instead I went home to my telly.
Once Monday was an excellent telly night with both "Game of
Thrones" and "Gotham". It's not what it
once was. Mind you this evening I watched the first episode of the
new series of "The Last Ship" and then the first
Star Trek film. Not all bad...
And in closing today did
you know that today is International
Kissing Day? TIme for a firm moral stance perhaps?
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