For the last couple of
years I've been sleeping with a CPAP macine blowing air up my nose.
It keeps me asleep by ensuring I don't have quite so much trouble
breathing whilst I am sparko. It has worked fine all the time I'm not
sleeping for *that* long but I have noticed taht the longer I
sleep so the harder it blows. The thing woke me shortly after 6am
this morning when it was trying to inflate me like a balloon.
Perhaps it needs
servicing?
I took "Furry
Face TM" for his morning walk. Oh dear.
Yesterday's passed off without event. Not so today. As we walked
through Bowens Field he shot into a thicket. There was a *lot*
of commotion and after a minute or so a huge dog came running out. I
say "dog"; the animal looked to have been the
love-child of a cart horse and a grizzly bear. This giant beast
looked terrified of Fudge.
We then went round to
Viccie Park where he got into a scrap with a very large fluffy
Alsatian. I have heard the expression "the fur flew"
used in relation to a fight; I had never actually seen it before. But
this morning it actually happened. The fur really did fly. Not
Fudge's, but the fur of the fluffy Alsatian. Mind you the nice lady
with the Alsatian seemed to blame her dog entirely. I was pleased
about that.
This is why he stays on
the lead when we go on long walks at the weekends.
It was with something of
a sense of releif that I came home and (having settled "Furry
Face TM" ) set off to Canterbury a
little earlier than I might have done. As I drove there was an
article of the radio about the Salem
witch trials. On the one hand it is amazing that so many people
were killed because of crackpot religion. On the other hand it's not
really surprising at all bearing in mind how religious crackpotism is
clearly alive and well in the Middle East. Perhaps in three hundred
years time they too might have grown out of that nonsense.
I got to Canterbury,
found a geocache as a calendar-filler then treated myself to
McBreakfast. As I queued for McBreakfast there was a gaggle of
students (all apparently pissed as farts at 10am) arguing with
the counter staff that they wanted Doritos.
I giggled a little as
they tried to find the way out of the place.
I then spent a few
minutes in the cheapo-bargains shop then went to work. And (as is
so often the way when I'm on the late shift) the day was all but
done by 11.30am.
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