I woke in desperate
need of the loo at 1am and went downstairs to find "Furry Face TM"
on the doormat intently guarding the front door. I fussed him a little, but he
would not be distracted from his self-imposed sentry duty. I went back to bed,
and when I got up shortly before 6am he was still on guard. I wonder what that
was all about. Once I was up he clearly felt he didn’t need to maintain his
vigil anymore and trotted off to his basket from where he started snoring
rather impressively.
I made myself some
brekkie and watched the second episode of “Top
Boy”. I quite like this show. It is not entirely unlike “Essex Boys” and that sort of thing. I
wonder who will get beaten up next.
Over brekkie I saw I’d
been tagged in a post. There is this thing on Facebook at the moment where you
post a picture of an album you particularly like and ask friends to do the
same. I was first asked to do this a few days ago. Then I chose the album “Kimono My House” by Sparks. Bearing in
mind that was somewhat predictable, and everyone would be expecting another
Sparks album I thought I’d go for another old favourite. But in retrospect “The Kick Inside” (by Kate Bush) would have been equally expected by anyone who has
seen my attempts at karaoke.
As I left the house to
go to work my daft dog was again guarding the front door.
On the drive to work
the pundits on the radio were crowing about how well we are doing in the Olympic Games. I say "we" because that is the pronoun
used when discussing the national team. I personally can't take any credit for
Team GB's success. In fact (in all
honestly) how well the British team does or doesn't do at the Olympics is a
matter of the utmost indifference to me. However I am fully aware that a *lot* of people do take it all to heart.
But (without wishing to detract from people's enjoyment of the event) I can't
understand why.
At the moment the
British public's attention is entirely on the diving events. Cynically I wonder
if this is because British athletes are getting medals at those events, it is
on the telly, and everyone feels everyone else is watching it.
I've been accused of
being unpatriotic in not supporting Team GB. Is this a fair accusation? How
many people *seriously* follow competitive diving? I suspect kiss-chase would
suddenly get a surge in popularity were there Olympic medals being won by
British kiss-chasers *and* it was on
the telly. After all how many people showed
any interest when a British competitor came third in the International kite-boarding championships
last year. Or when three of the last four international indoor bowls championships
were won by a Scot. Or (in the wider
scheme of things) when two Brits won Nobel Prizes last year.
But (as always) I realise I'm in the
minority. I just wish I could see the attraction of watching any kind of sport.
So many people do so. I'm sure I must be missing out on something.
I got to work and took
the pears (that I'd bought on Monday)
out of my locker and gave them away. I've given them a go; I think they are
bloody awful. If someone else would like them, so much the better. It will be
back to bananas next time.
I came home a little
early to take "Furry Face TM" to see the vet. He’s
been chewing the base of his tail a lot recently. That is usually a symptom
that his anal glands need doing. As far as I am concerned, “doing” a dog’s anal glands involves me
holding him still and looking the other way until the nurse says it is all
done. And that was pretty much what happened today. However, after the
squeezing of glands had been done the nurse then shaved his bum a bit so she
could wash the area where he had been biting himself.
All the time my little
dog was shaking in terror. He knew that we were going to the vets this evening.
He didn’t want to leave the house when we left, and he stopped twice on the
way. He is *terrified* of the vets,
and when we got there he was quivering and shaking in fear the whole time.
The shaking persisted
long after we got home, and he was still sulking four hours later.
"My
Boy TM" called round to drop off Rolo. He’s staying here
whilst the first fruit of my loin and his entourage go to Great Yarmouth for
his father-in-law’s fiftieth birthday holiday weekend. Events and conspired
against them so that the guest of honour can’t actually go, but the holiday is
paid for (with no refunds available)
so they might as well enjoy it.
They
went to Great Yarmouth once before. That
was back in the days when Fudge was his dog. I can remember the car getting as
far as Maidstone before it broke down. Here’s hoping they do better this time…
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