I must have been tired
last night. I slept for over six hours, got up for a tiddle, and went
back to bed for another three hours. I was eventually woken by "er
indoors TM" "quietly"
getting ready for work.
When I'm first one to
leave the house my stealth ninja skills are second to none. When
she's first one to go it is as though she is teaching tap dancing to
a herd of elephants.
I got up just before
8.30am; something of a lie-in. The nephew who provoked yesterdays
rant was still pontificating on Facebook. Today he is wondering about
the meaning of life.
I've calmed down a
little, but (it's an old man thing) it annoys me that one of
the major failures of human beings is that we seem to be unable to
learn from the mistakes of others.
Eventually he will wise
up to the fact that he's wasted so many years, will stop dye-ing his
hair silly colours, have his ear surgically reconstructed and get a
job. And he will then rant about others doing what he is doing now.
Why can't he save a lot of time by learning from how others have
simularly cocked up in the past?
Probably for the same
reasons that I dont...
I fed the dogs then had a
look at the monthly accounts. They've been worse but bearing in mind
it is Christmas I could do with them being a whole lot better.
I then settled Sid down
and took Fudge for a walk. Ideally I would have liked to have taken
Sid, but (in all honesty) he is something of a "special
blossom". He tends to look at the mud in the same way that
pink girlies do. He had a good walk yesterday. He wouldn't have liked
what we had planned so we settled him into his basket.
Pausing only briefly to
collect the required information for a geo-puzzle I soon was at the
agreed meeting place. Seven of us (and my dog) set off for a
little walk around St Michaels. As geo-walks go it wasn't the
longest, but it kept us out of mischief for a couple of hours. The
mud was quite thick in places; several of the fields had rather a lot
of water on them. "Furry Face TM"
would have found stilts very useful. We were told to get a move on by
the horsey-people; we told the horsey-people about not putting a
fence on a public right of way. Cliff nearly (but not quite)
fell in a pond; I had mud all the way up to those parts that mud
should not go.
It was a really good
walk; the forecast rain did come a couple of hours earlier than
expected but we didn't get *too* wet.
We set out in search of
twelve geo-targets. We found them all. That was something of a
result. Especially bearing in mind that today was a calendar day.
We got back to the car. I
looked at my pristine car which I had valeted only three days ago. I
looked at the mud dripping from my dog. Fortunately I had an old
towel he could sit on. We came home and my first reaction was that I
was pleased taht Sid was asleep. He'd clearly not missed us. Then I
saw the turd on the carpet and the tiddle stain on "Daddies
Little Angel TM"'s bag of stuff. I'd taken
him into the garden before we went out; he did "stuff"
then. We were only gone for three hours!
My dog saw wad had been
done and immediately his ears and tail dropped. He knew it was wrong.
Sid looked up at me, then went back to sleep.
I gave "Furry
Face TM" a bath; quite a bit of mud came
off. I uploaded the photos
of our walk, and a video
too. And then I had a notification from LinkedIn. Alan Dias had
shared an article. If any of my loyal readers know who Alan Dias is,
please don't hesitate to share this knowledge.
"er indoors TM"
got home and we set off to Asda to get the scran for Christmas Day.
The stuff for one day came to over one hundred and ten quid. To think
that some days I get by on a couple of peanut butter sandwiches, a
bit of toast and a bag of crisps.
Once home I ran "Furry
Face TM" round the block whilst "er
indoors TM" took Sid off to see his Mummy.
"Daddies Little Angel TM" is
missing Sid. The sooner she gets a permanent address the better for
everyone...
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