As I worked last night
I listened to the radio. There was a rather fascinating article about the
psychology of stalkers. There was a thought-provoking feature on how separated
parents cope. Dick Barton and Campion did their things. And the pundits were speculating
about what seems to be a civil war in UKIP as the party apparently
tries to becomes something more than "The
Nigel Farage Show"
And all the time I was
very conscious that had I been allowed holiday I could have been hundreds of
miles away camping at the Welsh geo-Mega. (Even
if the weather there hasn't been what it might have been this week).
I came
home, collected "Furry Face TM" and we went out to
meet "Daddy’s Little Angel TM" and "Stormageddon
- Bringer of Destruction TM". We made our way to the shops
at Court Wurtin (what a wonderful name
for a row of shops!) where I went in to buy some bread. There was a rather
“council” chap at the head of the
queue for the till. He had bought some scratch cards and insisted on scratching
them there and then. It was only when some little old lady started coughing
that he looked around and realised he wasn’t the only person in the shop.
Suitably
armed with bread (and chocolate frogs)
we walked around to Singleton Lake. As we walked "Daddy’s Little Angel TM"
told me of the ructions at yesterday’s mother and toddler group. One of the
baby groups meets in a church. Not the church hall but the actual church.
Apparently there is a gaggle of church-goers assigned to stop the toddlers
destroying the church, and the mothers don’t like it when the old biddies tell
their little darlings not to trash church property.
The
obvious answer would be to stage the mother and toddler group in the church
hall…
Once at
the lake we found ourselves mobbed by ducks. I fed bread to the ducks. "Stormageddon
- Bringer of Destruction TM" fed bread to the dogs before
randomly running off and causing a passing cyclist to crash into the
undergrowth.
Oh how I
laughed.
Pausing
only briefly for Fudge to swim in the river whilst we exchanged pleasantries
with OrangeHead we were soon home again. I took myself off to bed and slept for
five hours.
Over a
bit of pizza I watched one of the episodes of “Game of Thrones” that the SkyPlus box had recorded for me last
night. Usually on an afternoon before the night shift I’d watch “Upstairs Downstairs” on the Drama
channel. But they usually have adverts about suffering animals and I didn’t
want to see that today.
I’m off
to another night shift now…
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