I
was woken by my alarm today. It is very rare that an alarm wakes me; usually if
I set one I am awake ages before it Is due to go off, but a combination of a
night shift ad a day in the sun had taken their toll.
I
got up; Treacle was fast asleep on the bed with "er indoors TM" and Fudge was
snoring in his basket. I scoffed brekkie whilst watching “Trailer Park Boys”. Employing the old maxim “keep your friends close and your enemy’s toaster”, our heroes were
attempting to steal Randy’s toaster.
I
had a look at Facebook as I do. I was surprised at just how few photos had been
posted from Brighton Kite Festival. It looks as though not that many of the
kite-fliers had actually gone down for the weekend. I understand there was a
big falling-out in the kite world a few years ago. Is the squabble still
on-going? No matter what you do in life, there is always petty bickering.
As
I walked down the road to my car I saw that someone had twisted my car's wing
mirror right back. And not just the one on my car, but on all of the cars up
the road. Fortunately no damage was
done. I've noticed that this happens from time to time; usually (like last night) when the England
football team has a victory. For some reason the brainless oiks seem to think
that bending back wing mirrors is some form of celebration.
I
wish they wouldn't.
I
turned on the car’s radio. Those who delight in mischief were trying
to stir discontent by claiming that Boris Johnson didn't agree with
the Prime Minister's Brexit plans, even though he's said he does.
And
after ten minutes of their trying to make a story out of nothing they handed
over to the religious types who again were banging on about how the concept of
gay marriage causes divisions in the Christian community. I don't see why it
should cause any divisions at all. The Bible is clear on the mater - all
Christian teaching says it is wrong. End of.
Personally
I disagree with Christian teaching and he Bible. Personally I also think that
those so-called Christians who were on the radio disagreeing with Christian
teaching *really* ought to find out a
thing or two about their choice of superstition before going on national radio
to show their ignorance. But what do I know?
I
*could* have had McBrekkie this
morning, but I've got the hump with the Aylesford McDonalds. Instead I went to
the works canteen where I had a rather good fry up, and then I got on with my
work. Whilst I have had worse shifts, today's wasn't one of the better ones. I
was pleased when the late shift came in, and doubly pleased when I got to walk
out.
I came home to find "er indoors TM" was on an errand
for her sister, so I took the dogs round the park. It was rather warm, but I
took some water for the pups and we kept to the shadier parts of the paths.
As we walked I was conscious of a commotion behind us. A
father was trying to get a small daughter to cycle; she wouldn’t come within
fifty yards of the dogs without becoming hysterical. You would have thought
with all the park to cycle in they didn’t need to follow us, wouldn’t you? They
finally came past us when the dogs went into the river at the dog beach; father
was smiling sheepishly and the little girl was glaring daggers at me. I suppose
that at the end of the day the little girl is the one who loses out.
If that had been me and a younger "Daddy’s Little
Angel TM" I wouldn’t have pandered to her and would have
insisted she stopped being so silly. Mind you a younger "Daddy’s Little
Angel TM" would probably have punched me up the throat.
We came home where we
all had a sleep until "er
indoors TM"
came home with KFC. Very tasty. She then went off bowling. I watched more “Trailer Park Boys” then “Poldark”. I wasn’t the only one with an
eye on Demelza’s heaving bosom; it can only be a matter of time before Dr Ennis
“has a portion”. The beast!
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