I was a bit happier on the night shift
than I had been for some time; the last night shift of the year, and the shift
pattern means the Friday night shift is a single night shift. Doing two on the
trot is a tad hard. (I'm told I might be
able to do single nights at Maidstone)
As I worked the radio spewed all sorts
of drivel. Pompous windbags pontificated on "Any Questions", there was a discussion on the mathematics of
the infinite, a biography on the Hollywood star Cary Grant and of the singer
Bob Dylan, a dramatization of "Raffles
the Gentleman Thief".... it helped to pass the time.
In between working I was straining my
brain on a geo-puzzle. it had gone live
yesterday morning. I *think* it is (sort of) on my way home but I couldn't
solve it. I saw that a geo-friend had got the answer – I shall harangue him
tomorrow.
I came home to find just the dogs in residence;
"er indoors TM" had taken "Stormageddon -
Bringer of Destruction TM" out for a little excursion. So I
put the leads onto the dogs and we walked up to the wetlands park and back. The
puppy was better on today’s walk; she seems to find the whole thing rather
nerve-wracking and spends much of the time sticking to the side of "Furry
Face TM", but today was a vast improvement on yesterday.
Mind you the whole idea of a dog walk is that
it is something the dogs want to do. Whilst "Furry Face TM"
loves his walks, "Furry Shark TM" doesn’t. Yet.
We came home, I went to bed for the morning. I
woke just as "er indoors TM" arrived home. Cheese
on toast made for a good lunch, and we had something of a lazy afternoon. I
played a few on-line games, did a little work-blogging, dozed a bit. I had a
little look at my geo-website. It was a little
project that seemed like a good idea at the time; it is still very much a work
in progress.
As I fiddled about so next door started
hammering her piano. Usually I tune it out but this afternoon it bugged me. Their
piano first arrived over fifteen years ago. The woman next door was (to be honest) shit at playing the piano
then, and in the intervening years she has made absolutely no progress with the
thing at all. Every afternoon she plays the same scales, and every afternoon it
sounds like my two-year-old grandson is clobbering the piano’s keys with a
mallet.
"er indoors TM" went shopping,
and within five minutes the doorbell rang; Lisa was here. Unable to get a taxi
she’s come for a lift home. She’d been to the charity day round at the
Riverside Inn. I *knew* there was
something I’d forgotten today. "Furry Shark TM" bit
her for a while then we took "Furry Face TM" to visit
Earle. A mistake – I’d forgotten how much the degus wind my dog up. I came home
far earlier than I would have liked; but I couldn’t stay – my dog’s heart was
pounding with the stress of wanting to get at Lisa’s little furry pets.
I sat for a while watching old music videos on
YouTube (with sleeping dogs either side
of me) until "er indoors TM" came home. Jose
and Maria soon arrived and drove us round to Heather and Andy’s for the
evening. We had a really good time; wonderful food, a few beers, chatting and
putting the world to rights.
We really must do that more often….
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