Another
decent night's sleep; I woke only a short while before the alarm was
due to go off. Again I watched "Flowers" over a bit
of brekkie; again I watched it with a sense of "wtf was that
all about?"
As
the show ended so "Furry Face TM"
wanted to go into the garden. I went with him to make sure he didn't
run round woofing (as he does). I couldn't help but notice
that not only does the lawn again need mowing but also the stuff
flowing over the fence from next door needs trimming back again. I
only did that last week.
If
ever there was a seriously futile excercise it is gardening.
Over
the last week I've been preparing for a job interview. That interview
was today. I thought about all sorts of witty and erudite things I
might write in today's blog entry. Then I didn't get the job and
thought about all sorts of sarcastic and bitter things I might write
in today's blog entry. In the end I decided not to write any of
them...
Today
was a geo-calendar day, so with a little time on my hands I put the
lead onto my dog and set off in pursuit of a find. My first three
targets had been randomly drop-kicked into hedges by Scouts... no
luck. My next three targets eluded me; the GPS was a tad wafty and I
had no hints. Targets seven and eight had gone missing (I had
inside information on those).
Having
located pretty much every errant sawndwich box in the area I was
rather stuffed. So I relocated to Tenterden where after a couple more
failures I finally found one on my eleventh attempt.
I've
only got seven more of the "must-find" calendar days
to go.
I
wonder how long my sulk will last...?
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