I had a rather restless
night plagued with vivid dreams about how in an post-apocalyptic
world I had somehow adopted an incredibly ticklish gorilla. I'm sure
this probably reflects something deep-seated in my psyche. I'm not
sure if I want to know what.
Over brekkie I had a
look-see on line. Just lately Facebook has been bombarding me with
adverts for a particular local computer company. The verbals about
this company sounded really interesting, but on closer inspection it
turns out that the whole thing is run by the father of one of my
ex-cubs who until relatively recently sold kitchen tiles. His website
claims he offers virus/spyware removal, system clean up, PC/Laptop
repair and upgrade, network setup, broadband setup... in short not
really very much more that I don't already do myself. Do people
*really* pay good money to other people to do this stuff for
them? Perhaps I should set up in business?
Mind you in the same feed
I read an arrticle claiming that my mother, me, and my daughter are
all aliens, and that aliens transmitted
strange music at Apollo 10.
Perhaps I shouldn't
beleive all that I read?
I did something to my
right leg yesterday; the muscle down my shin hurt all day. This
morning it was still painful, but my Patagonian Tripe-Hound wanted
his walk. We took him down to Brockhill Paark where we had a rather
good wander. "Furry Face TM" got
into a race with a greyhound. Each of the greyhound's legs were
longer than my dog. He didn't have a chance of keeping up. Mind you
he would have done betteer if he'd saved his puff for running rather
than for barking.
We then drove on to
Folkestone where we had cake with the Rear Admiral and with Terry who
was visiting. I would have liked to have stayed, but being on the
night shift meant that I had an afternoon asleep ahead of me.
So I took myself off to
bed for the afternoon. I woke to find the living room in uproar; "er
indoors TM" was having somethinig of a
spring clean.
We then scoffed a rather
good bit of tea, and I'm off to work now. I must admit that I would
rather not be working tonight. I had an invite to go down to the
Cheriton
Festival of Lights andf have a pint or two. And I had an invite
to go off night-caching in Surrey.
Having just had a week
off work when no one was doing anything, things always happen when I
can't do them. Oh well... such is life. After all is said and done
I'm not complaining. I much prefer not working the 9-5 routine so I
shall take the rough with the smooth.
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