I slept like a log and
woke totally refreshed only to see it was 12.15am. I'd been asleep
for just over an hour. After that I slept well, but the night was
filled with vivid dreams in which I was randomly being hunted by all
manner of minorities for having created the worlds most politically
incorrect joke.
I'm actually working on
creating the worlds most politically incorrect joke as a protest
about Twitter (it's a long story) but I've stll got a little
way to go. If any of my loyal readers can think of any obscure
minorities that I might have overlooked, please don't hesitate to let
me know...
I got up shortly after
5.30am and came downstairs. I opened the curtains to see the people
in the house over the road were decorating their living room. Windows
wide open, no curtains, all the lights on and it *looked* like
they were doing the decorating in the nudey. I watched for a few
minutes but couldn't conclusively decide one way or the other.
Over brekkie I watched
this week's installment of "Secret Diary of a Call Girl"
in which Billie Piper's stunt double was definately nudey. I then
thought I'd have a little look at the Internet. There was a minor
delay as my FireFox browser updated itself to be able to cope with
Windows 10. I would have thought it would have realised this change
happened a week ago but perhaps (like me) this sort of this
just passes it by.
Seeing not a lot had
happened overnight I set off to work.
I got to work; not a lot
was going on, so I took the afternoon off and came home through some
of the worst weather I have ever seen. The A28 was more like a river
than a road.
"Daddies Little
Angel TM" and littlun were visiting; we
had lunch and seeing how the rain had seemed to have abated we had a
plan to take the dogs for a walk. As we walked out the door so the
rain started. After twenty yards we were soaked to the skin so came
home again. We chucked wet clothes into the tumble-drier and watched
"Toddlers and Tiaras" until the rain stopped
properly. We then had our walk.
It wasn't that long ago
that I regularly walked round the park with "Daddies Little
Angel TM"; today was the first time for
ages. Certainly the first time with littlun along. We had a good
walk; we met Ralph the pug. I've met Ralph before; "Daddies
Little Angel TM" hadn't and she was in
raptures about the little black pug.
As we walked it was clear
that "Furry Face TM" had been
missing Sid; and he expressed his affection in the way that only an
over-amourous Tripe-Hound (that was never confused) could. I
wish he wouldn't do that.
I offered to take
"Daddies Little Angel TM" home and
we took a scenic route back to Folkestone; firstly via McDonalds
for McFlurries. As we drove we were nearly (but not quite)
driven off of the road by a van belonging to "Supercups
Vending". As I have remarked before, if you are going to
drive with absolutely no regard for anyone else around you, it is
best not to do so in the works van.
Suitably McFlurried we
then queued in Argos for the new baby-car-seat. We were not happy
that we were order #220 but orders up to #224 were served before us.
As I explained to the chap behind the counter this would never have
happpened under a Labour government, and I assured him that I was
going to write a letter of complaint to the Minister for Argos.
The poor chap behind the
counter smiled sweetly. He seemed frightened.
I hope this rains stops
soon....
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