Yesterday was the longest day of the
year; consequently last night was the shortest night. The night shift certainly
didn’t seem that way. Following a particularly quiet night shift last Saturday
I had to do a serious amount of work last night.
As I drove home the pundits on the radio
were talking politics; the proposed alliance between the Conservative party and
the DUP is looking rather iffy. The DUP are demanding vast sums of money for
Northern Ireland, and who can blame them?
I got home just as "My Boy TM"
arrived. He was dropping off our house guest; little Rolo is staying with us
for a week or so whilst he goes off on holiday. Treacle got incredibly
over-excited about Rolo, but eventually she calmed down.
I had this plan to got to sleep right
away before the day got too hot; I got a couple of hours sleep before the
thunderstorm woke me at mid-day. Over a very late brekkie I had a look-see at
the Internet.
Facebook was entertaining; there are
some people on there that I have known for years and who I see on a regular
basis. There are others I rarely see, and social media is a good way to keep in
touch. And there are those who put every single sordid detail of their
soap-opera lives up for all to see. I have a few people like that on my friends
list and it makes for such entertaining reading. Some people really do believe
that Eastenders and Coronation Street and “reality
TV” are real and they too try to lead their lives in such a way that even
going to the toilet is cause for drama.
One such chap has been kicking off for
the last day or so; having been jilted by a girlfriend he has publicly fallen
out with the girlfriend’s family, posted pictures of his progress through a bottle
of whisky, posted rather sad attention-seeking videos, and was at mid-day
posting remorseful stuff about how his boss had sent the social workers and the
police round to his flat.
This evening he posted an apology for
his carrying-on. He shouldn’t apologise – I love it. Is that mean of me?
I then turned the telly on and watched a
drama based on the exploits of Sir Ernest Shackleton; the Antarctic scenery
made an interesting contrast to the ongoing heatwave. But the storm soon
passed, and I realised that the fence wasn’t going to paint itself. Two hours (or so) saw two more fence panels
painted, and it was time to drive out and collect "er indoors TM"
and take her to the garage where her car had been in for a service.
We walked all three dogs round the park.
Rolo seems to be constantly harassed by Treacle. He goes out of his way to pick
fights with massive dogs, but lets Treacle terrorise him.
I think I’ll have an early night – I’m
worn out.
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