I had a surprisingly good night - no
caffeine perhaps? Mind you I was still awake before the alarm. I came down and
chivvied the dogs into a cold garden to do their "business" then they both charged upstairs to my bed.
Over toast I watched an episode of Thunderbirds
and with a little time on my hands I watched an episode of Dad's Army. It was
during this that "Furry Face TM" came back
downstairs, and we sat together for a few minutes whilst I combed him. He likes
that.
I set off to work rather earlier than I
might have done. There was a lot of ice to be scraped off of my car, and when I
could finally see out of the windows the street was totally blocked by traffic.
Coming up the street was a dustbin lorry, and trying to go down the street was
a load of traffic which didn't have the sense to take a thirty-second detour
down the side road.
As I drove to work the pundits on the
radio had a new theory why dinosaurs became extinct - apparently their eggs
took too
long to incubate.
And there was lots of talk about the
government's new initiative to provide cheap housing for first
time buyers.
It struck me as very odd that a
capitalistic party would be doing something quite so socialist, but what do I
know?
I went to Morrisons for stuff; probably
the last time I will be in there at 7.30am, and went on to work. I'd not been
there for a while. Part of me was wondering if leaving was a good idea. Within
eleven minutes I was convinced I should go.
I then spent much of the morning
worrying about "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM".
Today was his first morning at nursery. It turned out he had a good time; I’d
been worrying over nothing.
As I came home this evening there was an
article about the author C.S. Lewis on the radio. Some pompous windbags were
trying to read all sorts of blather into the books he wrote about Narnia.
Apparently the lion Aslan was allegorical for Jesus. I recognised these pompous
windbags as being *exactly* the sort
of people who bend over backwards to spoil literature.
My English teachers at school were just
the same.
Once home I walked the dogs round the
block. It was an utter disaster. The puppy had her coat on and didn’t cry, but she
was swarming all over the place and made a misery of the entire walk. For the
last fifty yards I was dragging her home.
I
then got my fishing gear together and was rather disappointed to find that the
seat-box that "er indoors TM" had got me for
Christmas was actually far too small to be of any use to me.
Being Tuesday we had planned to gather
the clans, but all sort of unforeseen eventualities prevented that so we had a
lazy evening in. I sorted out a Facebook event for the astro club’s next
meeting.
I could have done a lot more… but I just
slobbed about.
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