I was sleeping very well until the puppy pushed up
alongside me and started scratching. This lasted (on and off) for a couple of hours. Eventually the puppy settled
down and I dozed off. I was amazed to find it was nearly eight o’clock when I
finally woke. I thought it was much earlier; it was so dark outside.
I scoffed my toast with my Fudge sitting next to me. And (as usual) I had a look at the Internet.
I saw something which made me stop and think. An on-line shop was offering vouchers
worth five per cent off of your next shop with them in exchange for favourable
reviews on Google. They were making this offer to compensate for a shitty
review that someone had given them.
I’ve often wondered about these on-line reviews. For all
that I do them (quite a bit) I wonder
just how reliable they are. How many people *really* bother giving a good review for no reward? When I used to
review pubs on “Beer in the Evening”
it was painfully apparent that several pubs were getting their mates to big
them up.
I also had an email from the Geocaching Association of
Great Britain. They had a questionnaire they wanted me to fill in. They are
doing a survey to find out what they should be doing. Oh well… at least they
are trying to find out what they should be doing… Mind you I’m not sure they
should be doing anything. Seemingly rather irate at being labelled as “just another Facebook page” I have been
reliably informed that they are actually “just
another Internet forum”. I’d never really heard much about them until a
couple of months ago, and now that the stupidity of trying to force a schoolboy
to take office in a national organisation has passed, I suspect I won’t hear
much in the future.
I then made the mistake of posting something on a Star Trek
Facebook page. Star Trek fandom has always been one big argument, and having
been less than hysterically over-excited about Star Trek: Discovery I’d inadvertently
upset someone. I couldn’t work out whether this person was twelve years old, or
a social misfit. After a while I gave up trying to reason with him, her or it.
After all it is bad form to engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed
opponent.
I had intended to walk the dogs as I do every morning when
not at work. But it was raining hard and *very*
cold, so I put “Still Game” on
Netflix and waited for the rain to stop (whilst
the washing machine did its thing on my T shirts).
It didn’t stop.
By mid-morning the rain had given way to sleet, so I put
another wash load on.
I was just about to go to bed for the afternoon when I got
a text from nice-next-door saying that the fence was in a state. I went and had
a look… it was. Realistically I made a mistake putting up panels that are six
feet high. I’ve bodged the fence, and when I get time (and volunteers) I shall replace the panels with shorter ones.
I then went to bed rather colder than I had been, but
eventually warmed up and got a couple of hours sleep.
I got up and thought about taking the dogs out. But it was
cold and wet and they weren’t interested. The weather has got to be bad it they
don’t want to go out. So I updated my Lego
Advent Calendar album and sat about waiting for"er indoors TM"
to get home.
I hope she gets home soon… I’m hoping to get some dinner
before the night shift…
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