Yesterday
evening I watched little Rolo with amazement. Fudge always has a few
biscuits in a bowl down for if he is hungry. Most dogs would wolf
them down. Fudge never has done so; he leaves them and just has one
when he is peckish. Yesterday evening Rolo took several of those
biscuits and hid them in various places round the living room. This
morning he went round to his hidey-holes and ate them.
I
then had a look-see on-line. It rained yesterday and social media was
awash with everyone grumbling about typical British weather. This
morning no one was saying anything; I wonder just how many people
realised how good the weather was today.
I
put the leads onto two dogs and then walked round to meet "Daddies
Little Angel TM" and "Stormageddon
- Bringer of Destruction TM". "Daddies
Little Angel TM" was rather concerned
about a potential zombie apocalypse and had some theory that it might
be prevented by nanobots created from puffer fish stem cells.
Apparently her ideas had a factual basis in science (!) I took the
line of least resistance and just agreed.
We
walked round the back of the Stour Centre almost as far as the rugby
club, looped round the town centre and discovered a new field which
led us to Godinton Road. We came home through the park where I
finally plucked up the courage to let Rolo off of his lead. He was
really well behaved; played "chase" with Fudge and
came back when called.
The
plan was to go our seperate ways, but on hearing that I was intending
to crack on on the garden "Daddies Little Angel TM"
came home with me and helped rake up brindle chippings. We probably
spent an hour or so tidying up and getting ready for a concerted
garden day in a couple of weeks' time. As the most recent fruit of my
loin worked I played silly beggars with Jake, the dogs and the
fountain; I put
up a video of what we did. And then "Furry Face TM"
had to have a bath.
As
a reward for all our hard work I got us some KFC. I didn't get
exactly what I'd asked for. And when they gave me half of what I'd
ordered and I asked for the rest, they tried to charge me five quid
more. I tried to argeu wit them, but after five minutes struggling I
realised that life is too short to argue with someone who hasn't got
the faintest idea what you are saying. (Am I being very nasty and
racist when I say that for all that I do like KFC, in thirty years of
living in the same road as that shop they have *never* employed
anyone who speaks English with any degree of ability?)
But
what we did get was rather tasty and we scoffed it whilst watching
SpongeBob.
The
younger two generations set off homewards, and I mowed the lawn and
scraped a few more brindle chippings. I would have liked to have done
more, but there is only so much scraping that one can do. So instead
I consoled myself by zooming round the living room with the hoover
before spending an hour or so on astro club bits and bobs. As I
bitted and bobbed I discovered a problem with emails sent to BT
Internet addresses; they all seem to bounce back.
I
then slobbed front of the telly for a bit watching last night's
episode of "Game of Thrones". After several episodes
of absolutely nothing happening, last night's episode had quite a lot
of fighting and battles. It was all rather exciting (even if
absolutely nothing was "flopped out"); mind you I'm not
entirely sure who is squabbling with whom and why they are
squabbling. There is only one episode left in this current season. I
can't help but feel that once I've seen that it wouldn't hurt to
watch the entire lot from the start.
Being
Tuesday the clans gathered; tonight in Willesborough. We put the
world to rights then watched The Flash take on a mutant rampaging
gorilla. Sooner The Flash than me...
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