I
slept well; I would have slept better if not for vivid dreams about being
saddled with lost baby puppies needing milk and the whole world having sold out
of the stuff.
Over
brekkie I watched the most recent episode of “The Last Ship” in which again our heroes saved the day for the
simple reason that they were Americans, and in which the baddies all died
horribly for the simple reason that they were not. My dog sat with me for some
of the show, and half way through something odd happened. Treacle came looking
for him. Fudge was on my lap, Treacle came downstairs and made a squeaking
sound at him, and the two of them trotted off upstairs to my bed.
Nothing
much had happened on Facebook overnight (which
was probably for the best), and with no emails of note I got dressed (without disturbing the dogs too much)
and set off to work.
It was dark again this morning (well it would be!) but not at all cold like yesterday. Rather than
going straight to work I took a little diversion to get petrol. Usually the old
duck behind the counter in the petrol station has a queue of admirers; today
there were none. It seemed rather odd. I thought she was giving me the eye at
one point – I wasn’t having any of it.
As I drove up the motorway the pundits on the radio were
interviewing some retired general or other. The government were making a great
fuss of having increased the defence budget, but the retired general was having
none of it. He maintained that by getting involved in all sorts of
international conflicts that they weren’t funding, the government was
effectively cutting the budget.
I suppose he had a point.
I got to work, did my bit, and then rather than going home
I went down to Willesborough to see Chippy and Anne. Little Emily was down for
half-term and a tea party had been arranged in her honour. It was rather good
to catch up with everyone.
We came home, walked the dogs round the roads (trying out their new luminous collars)
then watched the latest episode of Star Trek:
Discovery. The episode seemed to take a somewhat different direction from
previous episodes and was effectively fanwank, which was a shame.
"Daddy’s Little Angel TM" has
sent me my orders – I’m off to the tip tomorrow…
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