I slept well; waking shortly after 7am
to find myself cuddling my dog (as
opposed to her dog) and in urgent need of the loo.
Over a spot of brekkie I had a look-see
on-line. I see the date for Brighton Kite festival has been published. I didn’t
go last time. I wonder if I’ll go to the next one. I’d like to. It just depends
on how the shifts on my new job will pan out.
I also had several emails. There is a
geo-meet on New Year’s Day. I may well go along to that. I also had a voucher
for fifteen quid off of whatever I want to buy in B&Q, a notification about
several jobs about which I am not interested, and the offer of sex with exotic
and refined Asian women. I was rather intrigued with the last offer. From my (admittedly limited) experience in these
matters I wouldn’t have thought that it would be the “exotic and refined” women who were offering sex with strangers over
the internet. I would have thought it would have been “loose” women. But what do I know.
As I pondered about women of dubious moral
character "er indoors TM" fed the dogs. In two days
they have already got this way of eating each other’s food then both farting
like fruitbats for the next hour or so.
I took "Furry Face TM"
for a walk round the park. It was cold. Once home I sorted laundry and then
opened my Lego advent calendar. I got the thinh months ago but have been good
and haven’t opened it till today. Each window has a surprise behind it. Today
we started off with heaven only knows what it was. I’ve decided that it is a robot duck. I suspect that if
you are seriously into Star Wars ego then the robot duck has a major
significance. All I can say is that I have two Star Trek tattoos and I have no
idea what robot ducks are all about.
I hope all will become clear over the next few
days. I suspect it won’t….
With a little time on my hands I thought
I might make a complaint to my mother’s GP surgery. The nurse overseeing her
anticoagulation therapy has been taking far too long to get my mother’s details
entered onto the anticoagulation software. Said nurse is very vocal about the
fact that she’s not been shown how to do it; it is somebody else’s job.
I’ve told the practice manager that
these drugs can kill and that it is imperative that my mother’s details be
correctly entered on the system. And further more if this nurse hasn’t gotten
it sorted by tomorrow I will be lodging a query about her competence with the
Royal College of Nursing. If this nurse can’t actually do the job then she
shouldn’t be dealing with patients. Decent people have been had up for far less
serious failings…
So I phoned the surgery and the phone
just rang and rang. After half an hour I got through and was told the practice
manager wasn’t there. I left a message for her to phone me back. She didn’t.
With a little time on my hands I did a
little more of my course on dog psychology. Today we learned about aggression
in dogs. It turns out that thirty thousand Americans need reconstructive
surgery every year after being bitten by dogs. Everyone blames pit bull
terriers; and they aren’t to blame. Mainly because few people actually know
what a pit bull terrier looks like. It turns out that all breeds have
aggressive and non aggressive individuals. Furthermore most dog bites happen to
small children who try to take food away from dogs or won’t stop provoking
dogs.
And so to work. It took nearly an hour
and a half to do a forty-minute journey. And once there all the excitement of
my day was done…
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