Yesterday
evening I wasn’t feeling on top form; I was still rather grim when I woke. In
addition to the seemingly constant pain in my left hip, left knee and right
sinus I think I might be developing a cold too. As I watched “Orange is the New Black” over brekkie I
realized I had two options. Either I could whinge constantly about it on social
media or I could shut my rattle and get on with life. Either way will still
hurt, so I shut my rattle and contented myself with having a little grumble
here.
As
I watched “Orange is the New Black” I
had a little realization. One of the stars of the show is Kate Mulgrew who
played Captain Janeway in Star Trek: Voyager. As I come to the end of the
second season she is pretty much the only cast member who hasn’t either “flopped them out” or engaged in a nudey
sauce romp with another woman. I wonder how long she will maintain standards.
I then had a little
look at the Internet. Sure enough people were touting their maladies on
Facebook. I glossed over that and looked at people’s holiday snaps. Much more
fun. Mind you there is something odd about how my extended family, friends and
acquaintances are holidaying this year. A month ago seemingly everyone was in
Scandinavia on cruises. Two weeks ago several people were on various American
road trips. Now three groups of friends are touring Europe.
Our holiday is still
two months away…
As I drove to work the
pundits on the radio were interviewing the Latvian foreign secretary. Apparently
there are one hundred thousand Latvians living in the UK and there is all sorts
of uncertainly about their future in a post-Brexit world. Now this figure of
one hundred thousand Latvians was mentioned several times. However according to Wikipedia Latvia
has slightly less than two million inhabitants. Are five per cent of all
Latvians *really* resident in the UK?
There was also an
interview with the
Secretary of State for Transport who was pontificating on the pay rises
being suggested for railway staff. No one seemed to have told him that since
the nation had sold off all the railways to private firms (years ago), their pay rises was none of his business.
I stopped off at Aldi
hoping I might have a nosey at their bargain section. Sometimes they have
rather good stuff in their bargain section. Today it was all pet stuff. I
thought about getting my hounds something but decided against it. Getting them
presents usually ends in a squabble. Instead I bought some bog-roll which is
not only “delicately fragranced” but
is also “enriched with lotion”. I
wonder what lotion… I hope my bum’s not allergic to it.
Work was work; I did my bit and came home. "er indoors TM" had gone to
Cheryl’s birthday meal. I would like to have gone but leaving Maidstone at half
past five made getting to Dymchurch for six o’clock somewhat tricky.
I took the dogs round the park. As we walked Treacle met Percy. Percy is
a pug (of sorts) and they played
chase very nicely. Fudge had a dump very nicely too. Usually when he “goes” he leaves a trail of turds over a
yard or so for me to gather up, but for once he made a nice neat pile. Just as
I was about to pick it up, Treacle and Percy charged through the pile. Several
times. That which they didn’t stamp into the grass they got all over their paws.
Percy’s mum wasn’t impressed. She tried to laugh it off, but I could see
she wasn’t happy. Such a shame; Treacle so rarely plays with other dogs.
Some days in my life
are exciting. Some are fun. And other days you find the highlight is dog poo
and scented bog roll…
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