"er indoors TM" spent much of
the night fighting with the puppy; finally putting her in her own bed at some
point in the small hours. I didn’t get involved; I had more than my fair share
of her playing up yesterday evening.
Over brekkie I sat with the puppy generally
mauling me about. "Furry Face TM" watched from his
basket. He looked like misery personified. He’s not nasty round the baby, but
he clearly looks as though he is missing out on the fuss. So "er
indoors TM" took the puppy off so’s I could have some “me and my dog time.” Within thirty
seconds the puppy was back and being a nuisance.
As one dog sulked and the other chewed
the corner of my laptop I tried to have a look-see on the Internet. Facebook
abounded with birthdays. It often does.
I had quite a few emails this morning.
LinkedIn were letting me know that someone I’ve never met has been lauded for
his coaching abilities, B&Q and Go Outdoors were offering me discounts,
various employment agencies were suggesting I do work for which I am utterly
unqualified and someone at www8336up.sakura.ne.jp was pretending to be HM
Revenue and Customs in a rather pathetic attempt to con me.
Against my better judgement I took both dogs
round the park this morning. "Furry Face TM" was
his usual self, but "Furry Shark TM" was (in all honesty) a pain in the arse.
Having been boisterous and excitable and non-stop all morning she whimpered and
cried for most of the walk. She *really*
doesn’t seem to like going out for walks. Perhaps she’s cold? If so she should
wear her coat. As we walked we met many of the usual dog-walking circuit.
Everyone wanted to fuss her; it just scared her.
We were out for the best part of an hour; once
home she tiddled in the garden and crapped on the carpet. I’m told she’ll grow
out of it…
And so to work for the late shift.
During my breaks I usually read something on my Kindle app. Today I got a
bargain. I got the entire collection of all of the stories of Raffles the Gentleman Thief in Kindle format from
Amazon for fifty-nine pence. I always liked the TV series, and “Raffles the Gentleman Thug” (in Viz magazine) always makes me
snigger. So far the book seems OK; but for fifty-nine pence I can’t really
complain.
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