After a rather good
night's sleep I was woken by the noise of my CPAP device. It was
rather noisy so I turned it off and then I got rather breathless. So
I got up and (as "er indoors TM"
and the dogs snored) had a mooch on-line over brekkie. Among
other nonsense I'd had an email offering me a bargain; the option to
buy
an endoscope for only a tenner. With three and a half metres of
cable I could shove the thing down the plug hole to have a good look
at the inside of the drains and see the results on the screen of my
phone.
Do people actually buy
this stuff?
As I smurfed the net (!)
"Furry Face TM" came and jumped up
onto the sofa with me, plonked his chin on the hand I was using to
type with, and went to sleep. For all that everyone else sees a noisy
excitable little dog, he is actually rather soppy when he thinks no
one else is watching.
With brekkie scoffed I
took one half of our resident wolf pack for a walk (Sid was still
asleep). What with one thing and another I'd rather forgotten
about the joggers and their Saturday morning running round the park.
As we dodged the joggers we met up with Orangehead and her Chunky
Little Friend. Chunky Little Friend wasn't happy; she'd had a run-in
with one of the joggers.
She'd been walking her
dog through Victoria Park this morning as some of the joggers ran by
six or seven abreast. The joggers swore at her for daring to be on
the same path as they were. OrangeHead (being Queen Bee of the
Viccie Park dog walking circuit) chirped up that all the other
dog walkers also get verbal abuse on Saturday mornings from groups of
joggers who insist on running together in such a way as to completely
fill the paths and who expect everyone else to jump into the hedges
to avoid them.
Apparently OrangeHead
knows the particular jogger who had a go at her Chunky Little Friend,
and OrangeHead is going to report said jogger to the authorities for
child abuse. This jogger was forcing a small child to jog with him
when clearly the child didn't want to.
I smiled politely and
offered the observation that from what I'd seen over the last year or
so I didn't think that people were allowed to jog round the park
*unless* they were in groups six or seven abreast,(all with
expressions showing they are in pain) swearing at passers by
whilst forcing small children to run with them (whilst the
children quietly cry that they want to go home).
We came home via
Christchurch Road where something had happened. I don't know what it
was, but there was a gaggle of people standing around asking each
other if they knew what had happened. They asked me if I knew what
had happened; I said that I didn't. They all started telling each
other that I didn't know what had happened either. I asked what had
happened to which a rather distraught woman exclaimed "we
don't know".
I left them to it, came
home and had a cuppa. My dog jumped onto the sofa with me and did
something which amazed me, He stole one of my biscuits and munched it
there and then. I didn't know what to say or do; he has *never*
done anything like that before. I can't help but wonder if he was
showing off in front of Sid.
"er indoors TM"
wanted to do the weekly Tesco food shopping. I won't lie; I didn't.
But the day before a night shift is often somewhat dull, so I went
along on the off-chance that there might have been an adventure.
There wasn't.
As well as all the dull
stuff we got Belgian buns for lunch. Not that I'm an expert on the
subject, but Tesco's Belgian buns aren't a patch on the Co-op's ones.
And with bun scoffed I took myself off to bed for the afternoon. It
was as well I was down to be working tonight (and so needing an
afternoon in bed) as it was raining outside. I don't mind the
rain when it is not stopping me from doing outdoor stuff.
I slept surprisingly
well..... I'm off to the night shift now.
No comments:
Post a Comment