"Furry Face TM"
had a woofing fit at 3.45am. Something outside had bothered him. In
the past it was uncomfortable having him on the bed, but when he was
there it was easier to quiten him down than it is when he is in his
basket. I didn't really get much sleep after that.
Over brekkie I watched
Billie Piper's stunt double "flopping them out" (to
coin a phrase) in "Secret Diary of a Call Girl".
As I scoffed so I brushed my dog. He's a short-haired breed; all the
books say he shouldn't need quite so much brushing but he seems to
like it.
I set off to work and
found my car right outside the house. That was odd; I can distinctly
remember parking it a hundred yards up the road when I came home
yesterday evening.
As I drove the radio was
abuzz. The knives are out for the corpse of Sir Edward Heath; but one
of the people being interviewed actually admitted that any
investigation of his supposed wrongdoings with children was going to
be hampered by the fact that the's been dead for ten years and it all
happened fifty years ago.
It struck me as amazing
that this needed to be pointed out. I've often remarked that (like
so many others) I wouldn't be above accusing (for financial
gain) a celebrity of having interfered with me. If only I could
find one who would have had the opportunity but would have no hope of
securing an alibi. I've finally found someone. A celebrity who was a
household name and who was demonstrably in my vicinity when I was a
child.
There are a few people
who remember a supermarket in Hastings called "Dickies
Discount"
It was formally opened in 1974 by the wombles. I was there. They
arrived on a double decker bus, and in all the excitement Wellington
Womble took me to one side had his wicked way with me.
Or (to be precise)
let's see him try to prove he didn't...
I got to work, and didn't
really put myself out much. I did do some homework at lunchtime; I've
decided to get my brain going I've started working on a diploma in
biomedical science specialising in biochemistry and transfusion
science; areas I'm not especially strong in. It keeps my brain going,
gives me something to do and at thirty quid for three years its
somewhat cheaper than fifty quid a month on saxophone lessons.
Once home I took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk round the park. We met
a pug called Leroy and played with him for a little. There was nearly
an embarrassing incident in the co-op field where my dog mistook golf
practice for "fetch", but fortunately the kids
involved picked up their golf balls.
As I walked I got a text
message from the mobile phone people. A few weeks ago they gave me a
portable phone charger which when exhausted they claimed I could take
into any of their shops to get a fully charged one. A couple of weeks
ago I whinged that I couldn't actually find any of their shops
willing to honour this agreement. Today they messaged me to
recall the charger; apparently the things overheat and explode.
They claim the fault is restricted to batch E1-06 which is the very
batch my one is from.
"er indoors TM"
phoned; a new geocache had gone live. I suggested she chase the FTF
on her way home without me; I was feeling rather tired. Had my dog
not declared "Red Alert" at 3.45am things might have
been different. But she got it.
Over a rather good bit of
dinner we watched the last episode of "Humans";
they've left it open for a second series, but it was a shame that in
the end BattleStar Galactica did it better...
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