The
puppy was particularly restless last night; I finally got more than half an
hour’s continuous sleep, and woke to find that "er indoors TM"
had abandoned bed and gone to sleep on the sofa downstairs. I got up and
tripped over the puppy’s feeding bowl; it has become one of her favourite toys,
but does it need to be at the side of my bed?
Over
brekkie I saw a sign of our greedy times. "er indoors TM"
had posted a picture of my dog on his Facebook page.
Facebook itself had added a comment saying “This post is getting more engagement than 80% of
recent posts on that Page. Boost it for £4 to reach up to 3,000 people”. Why would I want to be
advertising pictures of my dog to people who have never met him and probably
never will?
I spent a little while
solving Greek geo-puzzles, then went round to B&Q to get some ingredients
for the garden. I got there to find that the normal people were out in force.
Having loaded up my trolley with heavy shingle it was physically hard work to
keep stopping the thing because other people’s unruly brats kept running in
front of it. After the fifty near miss I resolved not to try to stop it for the
next brat. My suddenly stopping the trolley hurt; someone else could share the
pain.
However it was at this
point that the “delightful” mothers
started to exercise some parental responsibility.
I came home, and spent
a little while getting stuff set up in the garden. Back at Christmas we decided
that once every couple of months we would have a family day when we all got
together. We’d originally thought about having a Sunday roast dinner today, but
having seen the weather forecast we decided to have a barbecue in the garden.
The fruits of my loins
(and their associated entourages)
arrived, and we had a rather good afternoon sitting in the sunshine. We vaped
and drank whilst "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM"
played in the paddling pool and Lacey and her mate lined up tin cans for us to
knock down. Burgers, chicken wings, puddings, cheese… not a bad way to spend
the afternoon.
I had intended to do
all sorts of work in the garden today. I’ll do it another time…
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