I slept llike a log until
the small hours when I felt my dog jumping on top of me. He then made
himself comfortable leaving me to sleep as best I could under the
circumstances.
I got up shortly after
7am and did my morning pootling as best I could whilst "Furry
Face TM" shouted out of the window at
every single passer-by. He was in a very shouty mood this morning.
Over brekkie I had a
mooch on Facebook and realised I'd missed an opportunity. With a
little effort I *could* have watched the first episode of the
new series of "Game of Thrones" over brekkie
yesterday rather than waiting till the official broadcast at 9pm
yesterday evening. And then having watched it early I could then have
told "certain people" what was going to happen. Like
they "kindly" told me what happened in the latest
Star Wars film before I had chance to watch it.
Mind you it's not as
though much really happened in last night's episode. As the show has
gained in popularity so the stars have made it a stipulation in their
contracts that they keep their clothes on. This has (in many ways)
detracted from the appeal of the show. Don't get me wrong - it's
quite a good programme *if* you've paid attention since the
very first episode. And for a show involving an extremely complicated
plot, loads of blood, and lots of random tits being flopped about it
takes a lot to beat. But more and more the tit flopping is taking a
back seat.
I took "Furry
Face TM" round the park for a walk. It was
a cold morning; we didn't meet many other dogs which was (as
always) probably for the best. Mind you we did meet OrangeHead's
Chunky Little Friend (minus OrangeHead for once). She was
pushing her dog push chair with her little dog trotting along quite
happily behind. He seemed to be on the mend after whatever it was
that put him into his dog push chair, and he played quite happily
with "Furry Face TM" for a few
minutes.
A jogger jogged past and
said hello to me. I looked again - it was someone with whom I used to
work many years ago. She's been on my Facebook list for some time; we
chatted for a while.
Once home I did that
which I had been threatening to do for some time. I loaded all of the
fragments of broken fence into the back of my car. I then went
through the living room like a dose of salts and got two bin bags of
assorted rubbish together. Admittedly the new Hoover is a tad smaller
than the last one but I managed to Hoover up enough stuff to have to
empty the thing twice.
It is such a shame that
despite all that effort the living room still looks every bit as
cluttered as when I started.
I then did a tip run to
get rid of all the rubbish. As always the idiots were out in force at
the tip. My piss particularly boiled at one fool. He had parked his
car in such a way that he had blocked most people's way. Not happy
with this, he was carrying his rubbish to the various skips one piece
at a time. And then every time he came back to his car for more
rubbish he spent a couple of minutes arguing with the woman sitting
in his car's passenger seat.
Perhaps if he carried
more rubbish each time and perhaps if she had got off her arse then
everyone could have got their jobs done quicker.
Home again to find
someone had parked in the space right outside my house. This was no
real problem; I found a space not ten yards away. But as the chap
who'd parked outside my house came back to my car I made a point af
asking why he hadn't used the car park of the shop he's been to. The
bloke was quite apologetic; he didn't know the place had a car park.
People park in the street
near our house and go to the ironmonger just up the road all the
time. The place has its own car park. No customers *ever* use
that car park, but the shopkeeper gets *really* abusive when
locals park in it overnight when his shop is closed. I once used that
car park to turn my car around in one evening, and the shopkeeper
actually threw himself in front of my car screaming that I couldn't
use his car park.
Just lately the local bus
shelters have all had adverts about a three quid deal available from
the KFC so I thought I'd treat myself this lunch time. I got to the
KFC and found that this deal was actually three quid for not very
much so I got a mega bucket instead. As I devoured it I watched the
last episode of the documentary about girls joining the army.
I then started the
ironing as I watched the first two episodes of "Flowers".
It wasn't so much alternative comedy as an alternative to comedy. But
it filled an hour.
As
I ironed my phone beeped. An email. I've been invited to an interview
for a management position. As part of the interview I've got to give
a presentation entitled "Given the
challenges within the NHS, how do I motivate others and take them
with me."
So
once the ironing was done I spent the rest of the afternoon making a
start on this presentation. If any of my loyal readers have any
thoughts on the matter please don't hesitate to drop me a line.
Jimbo
called round to collect the astro club money. We spent a few minutes
putting the world to rights, then I spent a few minutes programming
"Hannah" for the weekend. "er
indoors TM"
came home and boiled up a rather good bit of dinner, then the tribes
gathered. We watched a rather good episode of Supergirl, then teased
"Furry
Face TM".
He seemed to like the attention.
Bed
time... My stomach don't feel right and I've had a few nose bleeds
today. I wonder if I'm sickening for something...
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