With a day off work and no reason to be up (and sleeping for once) it was a shame
that a random car alarm started shouting outside at 6.30am.
"er
indoors TM"
then referee-ed the dogs’ breakfast. Having chosen them different foods
according to their ages and sizes each dog now wants what the other is eating.
And having eaten their brekkie they played tug-o-war with the remains on an old
teddy bear.
I opened my Advent Calendar. Today I got
a little Lego man. He will (probably)
be the hero of this year’s story. You can follow this year’s calendar by clicking here. The calendar got off
to something of a bad start yesterday when several people (who I don’t know at all) complained (in the most nerdish tones) that what I thought was a robot duck was
actually Bobba Fett’s spaceship. I started off being polite, but in the end
decided that when they have as many Star Trek Tattoos as I have and when they
have been filmed for the Sci-Fi channel’s adverts dressed as a Bolian (in full Starfleet uniform and shaved blue
head like I was) I might respect their nerdish opinions. Until then I have
deleted their comments.
The trouble with nerds is they have no
sense of humour. Geeks do. A subtle (but
important) difference.
"er indoors TM" was having a day
off today. Together we took both dogs round the park. Fudge was his usual
boisterous self. The baby was carried. She had a couple of small walks but it
was all rather too much for her; she cried most of the way.
Once home we loaded up my car with assorted
garden rubbish, and with dogs settled I dropped "er indoors TM"
at Matalan and I went on to do a tip run. I’ve grumbled about the tip before;
why is it that when people are unloading rubbish they seem to be utterly
oblivious to the world around them. People were walking into other people all
the time. It really did seem that everyone was invisible to everyone else.
I then went back to Matalan who still don’t
cater to the more portly physique, and we drove on to Tesco who were even worse.
Home for a spot of lunch. I sat with my dog and
we both dozed for an hour or so. I then left "er indoors TM"
with the dogs and drove out to Trottiscliffe with my ladder. There is a
geocache up a lamppost in the general vicinity and today a gaggle of us were
meeting up to go get the thing. Just as I was nearly there I met Dick. We made
our way to the lamp post, did the secret geo-ritual up the ladder then waited
for everyone else to arrive. Despite having arranged to meet at the lamp post
everyone else had congregated in a pub car park, but it wasn’t long before we
were all together. Everyone else went up the ladder; we retreated to the pub
for a crafty half then I came home through some rather awful traffic.
With "er indoors TM"
flogging candles this evening the plan was that I would do some ironing. It was
a good plan for all the time that the puppy was asleep. But once she woke up we
had a bit of a falling out. When she’s not fouling the carpet she just won’t
stop biting; her teeth are like needles and they *hurt*. And she had a habit of digging into the carpet and sofas
too. I gave the puppy a five minute time-out in her cage and she just whined
and cried.
Fudge is amazingly patient with her, but if I
had the contact details of the woman from whom we’d got the puppy I would have
taken her back this evening…
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