Apart
from spending five minutes chasing an errant pigeon, the night shift
went as well as night shifts go; if nothing else I had some time when
I could have the radio on. Tony Hancock, Alan Partridge and Doctor
Who were my companions for the small hours.
I
had a little trouble getting home. Some organised group of cyclists
had taken over the entire A28 to be their race track. These cyclists
all thought they were on a par with cars; all cycling in the middle
of the carriageway. I eventually navigated my way past them all and
got home where I spent ten minutes clearing dog poop from the garden,
hanging out wet laundry and loading the washing machine.
Whilst
I waited for "Daddies Little Angel TM"
and "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM"
to arrive I had a look on Facebook. The pro-Brexit brigade were
posting on-line in force. They amaze me. Most people who loudly
advocate leaving the EU cite reasons which are absolutely nothing to
do with the in-or-out referendum. Admittedly immigration by a points
system (like Australia has) would be nice, but that is not on
offer. Illegal immigration is a problem, but leaving the EU will not
affect it. Apparently the elected European Parliament is not
democratic whereas the unelected House of Lords is. People want
British laws for British people whilst not realising just how few of
the laws in the UK come from Brussels. And many of the nastier
comments are prefixed with "I'm not a racist but..."
as though claiming not to be racist allows you to be as racist as you
like.
I've
often said that I don't beleive in democracy. The EU referendum is a
classic example of why I don't. So many people clearly don't
understand what they are actually voting for.
"Daddies
Little Angel TM" and "Stormageddon
- Bringer of Destruction TM" soon
turned up. I'd had an idea to drive down to Hastings to see my Dad
for Father's Day but having been up all night meant I was probably a
little too tired to drive. So instead we took the dogs for a little
walk through the park to the lake to feed the ducks. It was a warm
day, "Furry Face TM" and Sid
roamed off the leads; Rolo stayed on his lead. He is still something
of an unknown quantity.
Once
at Singleton Lake we fed bread to the ducks whilst "Stormageddon
- Bringer of Destruction TM" fed
bread to the dogs. We were having a good time until Rolo picked a
fight with a swan. We made a strategic withdrawal at that point.
It
was then that we noticed that "Stormageddon - Bringer of
Destruction TM" had lost his teddy
bear. We retraced our steps and eventually met up with "Orangehead"
who had found the teddy. How embarrassing.
Pausing
only briefly for Rolo to try to fight with two Alsatians we returned
homewards.
As
I was hanging the washing out on the line I heard a plopping sound
and some frantic splashing. Rolo had fallen in the garden pond. Silly
dog.
Despite
having been awake all night I managed five hours sleep. Longer would
have been nice, but it wasn't to be.
I'm
off to another night shift now. Hope "er indoors TM"
gets that washing in from the line...
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