Whilst "Daddies
Little Angel TM" is waiting for somewhere
more permanent to live we are looking after little Sid. He is a sweet
enough pug even if he does smell and doesn't seem to be quite so
toilet-trained as Fudge is. I got up this morning and spent a moment
"clearing up" after him before sending both dogs
into the garden. "Furry Face TM"
ran straight out there; Sid had to be pushed (proving he had no
real need to go as he's already been)
There was a near disaster
over brekkie; the episode of "Dad's Army" which was
broadcast on Saturday evening was aired late because the snooker
over-ran. However my SkyPlus box knew all about this and just kept
recording snooker until "Dad's Army" started when it
then recorded the whole episode. My old VHS never did that.
I was pleased to discover
this function. I quite like watching the show as I scoff toast (even
if it would have been better without Clive Dunn)
I spent a little while
scraping the ice off of my car then set off to work. As I drove the
radio was talking about the plight of the poor people in Cumbria
who've been flooded
out by the recent storm. The local council have announced that
these people won't have to pay council tax all the time their houses
are under water. However there was uncertainty as to whether they
would still have to pay utility bills. If my house was flooded out I
wouldn't expect to have to pay for gas and leccie. But this is what
happens when what should be a public resource is now a private
enterprise.
And my piss boiled whan I
heard that the Football Association has recommended that results of
matches played in under-11 leagues should not be published as those
who've lost find
it offensive. In that case why keep score at all?
I got to work and did my
bit. As I did it I kept glancing out of the window. Today's weather
was glorious; it would have been an ideal day for moving house.
unlike yesterday when it rained hard.
I also kept glancing at
my elbow; I think I strained that yesterday.
It still hurts now...
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