I slept well; finally
waking shortly before 6am in desperate need of the loo. I tried to go
back to sleep afterwards, but I foundd myself laying wide awake
fretting about what might be and what might have been. So I got up,
had brekkie and nearly choked on it whilst watching this week's
installment of "Raised by Wolves". This week Aretha
decided to go to school. She chose the best school in the area; rated
best as it had acheived the OFSTED target of one chair per pupil. The
family then took on a home deliveries round and together almost
acheived the efficiency of a single postman.
I do like that show.
I popped the lead onto
"Furry Face TM" and we drove down
to Hawkinge. He needed his walk, I needed a to find a geocache as it
was a calendar day. Earlier in the week I'd asked if anyone fancied
coming for a walk with us. Five of us met up. I was expecting six; I
wonder what happened to the sixth one?
We did't walk far; just
under two miles. We only walked for an hour or so. But it is always
good to walk and hunt tupperware with friends even on a day which is
as cold as today was.
I
took a few photos as we walked. I can't help but feel they would
have looked better had the sun been out.
Just as we finished
walking my phone rang. "Daddies Little Angel TM"
was distraught. From Hawkinge I drove round to see her.
On one of our regular
walks we go along a clearly marked public footpath which goes through
the South Willesborough and Newton Young Farmer's Club's farm. The
animals in this farm can come right up to the fences which border
this footpath.
This morning "Daddies
Little Angel TM" and "Stormageddon
- Bringer of Destruction TM" were
petting the sheep through the fence when one of the sheep butted the
littlun. As luck would have it his mum was videoing him at the time.
I've seen the footage. On hearing "attacked by a sheep"
anyone's immediate reaction would be to laugh, but it was a rather
nasty butt; especially when you are only a year old.
He got a bruised cheek
and a seriously mangled hand. I say "seriously mangled";
it was puffed up like a balloon and I thought his index finger was
broken.
Auntie Fia drove them to
the hospital.
Over lunch my piss
boiled. Kent Police refused to do anything about the incident. Even
though a small child was involved.
I try to be a law-abiding
model citizen, but in all honesty I would have more confidence in
self-appointed vigilantes than I do in the legally consitiuted local
police force. In years gone by I was seriously injured by a kick from
a horse which Kent Police refused to investigate. They refused to do
anything about the security staff at the Ashford International
station who assaulted my son (and the incident was filmed on
CCTV). They flatly refused to come out when a family friend's car
was smashed open. They arrested "My Boy TM"
(and threw him in a cell for eight hours) on the grounds that
a crime had happened along the route he walks to work, and when we
complained about the arrest we were told (by the police) not
to make complaints.
What exactly* is the
point of Kent Police?
My mobile rang. Auntie
Fia had stayed at the hospital as long as she could, but she had to
go. Could I collect them all?
I drove to the hospital;
littlun had stopped crying. His hand is (probably) not broken;
just badly bruised (I must admit I agree with the decision not to
needlessly X-ray) and the swellings on his face will go down
with time.
The general consensus was
that after his experience he deserved Chicken McNuggets, so we went
for some McScoff. I quite lilked my McScoff even if my banana
milkshake was a curious shade of green. However "Daddies
Little Angel TM" took her pop back to
complain. It tasted odd apparently.
We came home; I had vague
plans to have been tackling the laundry this afternoon, and with
laundry tackled I was going to dust off my C.V. But neither of these
things happened. By the time I'd done the geo-admin from the
morning's walk and put the photos on-line the afternoon was all but
done.
I found myself asleep in
front of the telly when "er indoors TM"
came home with curry. It was good. Far better than the episode of
"The Aliens" we watched as we scoffed...
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