With no dogs barking at shadows and no neighbours doing the
dirty deed I slept right through till 5am. Longer would have been nice, but the
toilet was calling. I went back to bed and found that "er indoors TM"
and the hounds had made themselves comfortable in the two minutes that I’d been
gone. I then lay awake for two hours listening to the snoring.
Over brekkie I had a look at the Internet. Overnight I’d
only had a couple of emails. They were from Amazon suggesting I might buy what
I’d already bought from them. I did have a dozen notifications on Facebook with
people liking various things I’d posted up. Perhaps I post too much onto that
site? I looked round Facebook whilst I had the site on my lap-top. There wasn’t
really anything much that had happened overnight.
However, there was quite a bit of
consternation and indignation on some of the work-related pages I follow over
the story in which President Trump is alleged to banned the Centre for Disease
Control from using the words “Vulnerable”,
“Entitlement”, “Diversity”, “Transgender”,
“Fetus”, “Evidence-based”, “Science-based”
in any of their reports or publications. *If*
this were true it would be quite the news story. But thirty seconds on the
Internet shows it’s all lies. It amazes me that these stories get such
publicity when they are patently made
up.
I took the dogs for a walk, and after five minutes I got
rather impatient with Fudge. When we walk, Treacle stays close, Fudge does his
own sweet thing. He *never* keeps up;
he bimbles about fifty yards behind, and if he wants to turn round and run back
the way we’ve just come, he does. I wasn’t having any of that today; he can
keep up when he’s on the lead. He could keep up today. I walked behind him and
herded him like a sheep. Apart from a run-in with OrangeHead it worked well.
Talking of OrangeHead I saw she was with a gang of other
dog-walkers today, and because she was with a gang, she completely ignored me.
Once home I pootled for a bit. As I did so the dogs
squabbled over their new rubber toys. I supervised their squabbling, but if it
continues I shall throw the things away. Neither wants to actually play with
the toy. Both want the other dog’s toy.
I settled the dogs and set off earlier
than I needed to this morning. I drove toward town, realized I'd forgotten my
wallet and came home again. Eventually I got into town and found somewhere to
park. I wanted to talk to the tattoo artists in the town centre... On Saturday
I went to get a golden compass tattoo-ed on my arm. I actually got a
grey-shaded somewhat pissed life-belt.
But nil desperandum... the
chaps in town can salvage something from it.
I set off up the motorway and hunted
after a geoache I failed to find twice earlier in the year. I failed again. But
as I was in the area I drove into Ditton and thought I'd hunt one out there. I
found it; I say I found it... I found a tic-tac box (stuffed down the fittings of a power box) which was full of water
and contained what looked like a soggy geo-log. I've claimed a find.
As I was finding the thing, Karl rang.
He'd slipped out of work and had got the information I needed for the virtual
pub crawl in London. Sterling chap !! There is a minor hiccup in that stage ten
doesn’t seem to be a pub but a public garden.
That’s a bit of a nuisance…
It was lunch time, I was hungry... there
was only one thing to do. McDinner. As I drove from McDonalds to work I found
myself behind a car with the registration T17 RAW. I did snigger....
And then to work... What with night shifts and days off
today was the first non-night shift I've done this month. Not bad, really... It was a shame I had to do
some work, but I suppose most people have to (from time to time)...
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