My dog looked absolutely
knackered as I scoffed my toast this morning. Perhaps he's getting
old, but I don't think he's a "morning" dog.
As I scoffed toast I
watched "Toddlers and Tiaras"; I *lve* that show.
Today's installment was focussing on a family who run a turtle farm
in the back of beyond in deepest Oklahoma. The mother seemed to have
a nervous twitch and a very loose head. She was ranting that every
small girl should have beauty pageant experience in her portfolio
(whatever that is supposed to mean). She also was very keen
that her child should become Miss America, and (for some reason)
the show's producers introduced mother to Mrs
Oklahoma who said that she'd never dream of entering her own
children into a beauty pageant. That went down like a lead balloon.
I'd never heard of "Mrs
Oklahoma" before; apparently she is the MILF version of Miss
Oklahoma. One learns something new every day.
It was rather dark and
dismal as I left home this morninig. I drove to work through
torrential rain whilst the radio's weather forecasters were raving
about what a beautiful morning and day we were going to have today.
The radio (as usual) spouted the standard stream of news and
opinion. Israelis and Palestinians continue to kill each other. They
have been doing that for as long as I can remember and show no signs
of stopping. The Turkish are being made all sorts of promises about
EU membership provided they keep all the Syrian refugees to
themselves.
I went via the petrol
station where I got petrol (obviously). Usually petrol prices
are very competitive. Today Morrisons were knocking the stuff out
three pence cheaper per litre than the Esso station not half a mile
up the road. It pays to shop around.
Work was busy; I spent
much of the day looking out of the window at the rain. Usually the
BBC's weather forecasts aren't too bad. Today they were just a
little off the mark. The rain didn't let up all day, and was still
pouring hard when I came home.
I popped the leaed onto
"Furry Face TM" and walked him
round the block. We both came home soaking wet. Once home and dried I
had a look on-line. During the day the nice people at 123-reg had
worked their wonders and www.mankybadger.co.uk
is now all circuits go. There's not actually very much there yet; at
the moment it is little more than an archive for nine years of blog
rantings. But I expect I shall do something with it eventually; if
only put up photos of my dog...
I'm off to bed in a
minute. I've nearly finished the e-book
I bought the other day. I had a little trouble keeping track of
who was what in the plot, and it is obviously building up to a
climax.
I wonder when the second
book will be released.
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