I did my bit on the night shift; I was glad
when the relief arrived at 8am. However I was rather dismayed as I drove home.
For some years there has been two scarecrows in a field near the A28 in
Chilham. These two regularly change their clothes. Once they were done up as a
bride and groom; sometimes they are in in hunting garb. At Christmas they are
Santa and an elf.
This morning they were gone. I hope they are
coming back.
Once home I took "Furry Face TM"
round the park. He was a good dog; only trying to hump one other dog as we
walked. It was only a shame that it was OrangeHead’s dog that he tried to hump.
We came home and I then went to bed for a few
hours. I would have slept longer but for someone from Mumbai phoning claiming
to want to claim PPI refunds on my behalf. I swore at him quite vigorously but
he didn’t take the hint, so I explained in works of one syllable exactly what “F- you and F- the horse you rode in on”
meant until he took the hint and hung up.
I have always maintained that when insulting
someone if you insult their horse then they know you mean business.
Over a late brekkie I watched the most recent
episode of “Game of Thrones” that my
SkyPlus box had recorded. I think the machine made some sort of mistake; there
was no jugs or willies to be seen.
I looked at the housekeeping bank account. Not
only has Fudge’s medical policy monthly payments doubled, but the insurance
people still haven’t paid up for his recent illness. I phoned the insurance
people. Apparently they sometimes take two months’ money in one go (!), and they are still waiting to hear
back from the vet about why the policy documents show a recent change of
address. I explained (again) that the
dog’s change of address was three years ago and it has taken the vets three
years to finally update the records, but they wanted to hear this from the
vets. They’ve only been waiting for a reply for three weeks…
In the meantime I’m still six hundred pounds
out of pocket.
And so to McDonalds where I met up with Stevey.
Steve, Sarah and "er indoors TM" soon joined us,
and we had a rather good McDinner. And with that scoffed we went on to
Woodchurch for Astro club. With our speaker stuck on a Eurostar somewhere near
Lille the evening could have been somewhat disastrous, but Ibouight along a
backup lecture just in case he couldn’t make it. In the end the chap did
arrive. We had a very good meeting. One or two I.T. hiccups, but to my mind
that was all part of the fun.
The club has had its ups and downs but with
over sixty people along tonight I think it might be back on track. It’s now
moving away from being an austere polished professional business and back
towards being a fun club to which all are welcome. A move for the better.
Now to watch bake-off… once "er indoors
TM" comes home with the shopping.
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