I
woke up feeling like death. I was all-in after a surprisingly long day
yesterday, and finding myself constantly nodding off in front of the telly I
had an early night…
The
moment my head hit the pillow the dogs started barking. I got up, settled them,
went back to bed, and they started again. This went on until nearly eleven
o’clock; they were fine all the time I was in the living room but the moment I
went upstairs they would go berserk. Eventually I had a rather intense shout at
them (which you probably heard) and
they finally shut up.
I
came downstairs where both dogs were rather pleased to see me. Over brekkie I
had a little look-see on the Internet. With the possibility of a crafty half
next Saturday I had a look on the Internet to see if there were any new
micro-pubs locally. I wasn’t really surprised to find that the CAMRA guide was
*very* incomplete. I can remember
going on a pub crawl with Brian and being told by the landlord of one of the
best pubs I’ve ever visited that his pub would never be on any CAMRA list as he
wouldn’t suck up to the local committee. Looking at the CAMRA website I saw
that Blakes of Dover was missing, as was Kipps’ alehouse from Folkestone and a
rather good place in Canterbury that I once found and would like to find again.
I
sparked up Facebook which didn’t disappoint. There is one chap on my “friends” list. TO be honest I barely
know the chap. He’s an acquaintance of a friend tat I’ve met in a pb three or
four times, but he makes for such entertainment on social media. His girlfriend
clearly hates him and is often “entertaining
other gentlemen”. This chap puts all the sordid details on social media for
all to read. Who needs the TV soaps when you have this!
We
took the dogs for a quick walk round the park. As we walked we met all sorts of
other dogs that we had never met before. Going round Viccie Park at the same
time (as we do) means we miss all
sorts of other dogs (and people).
I
was a tad disappointed when I walked out to my car to find a bird turd on the
bonnet. Yesterday (as part of the
cam-belt overhaul) the nice people at the garage had given the car a really
good clean-up. Such a shame to find its gleam marred by avian foulage. Mind
you, if all I can find to grumble about is a starling's dump, life can't be *that* bad, can it?
With
utter drivel on the radio I turned it off and listened to (and howled along to) my rather awful music as I drove up the
motorway. I took a little diversion to Sainsbury's to get some petrol and did
have a little chuckle as I paid in the kiosk. As well as petrol, I got a
sandwich for the evening. The chap at the counter told me that the sandwich
wasn't part of the meal deal even though the sign on the shelf and the
sandwich's label said it was. I said that I wasn't overly fussed either way,
but this bloke wouldn't let it go. He kept on and on about how if I wanted the
meal deal I would have to get another sandwich. As I explained that I didn't
care, so the queue behind me grew and grew.
I
got to work with a few minutes to spare, and my heart sank when I saw there was
half a dozen normal people infesting the servery. As I arrived one asked for
pie. She got given a pie on a plate. She handed the plate back and asked for
runner beans as well. She got given the plate back with runner beans. She then
passed it back again asking for chips to be added. And then did the same with
her mate's meal.
The
rest of the idiots were randomly blundering about; noisily shouting that they
wanted sandwiches but seemingly unable to walk up to the counter (not two yards away) where the sandwiches
were obviously on display.
Eventually
I got myself another of those rather good pizzas. I had spicy beef today; I
liked it. As I scoffed it the normal people (who had eventually been fed) were loudly complaining about how
expensive the food was. Expensive? - eight of them were having a serious
pig-out for less than forty quid. I considered telling them to shut their
rattle, but "not my circus; not my
monkeys".
How
do I attract these idiots? I don't intend to... does anyone else find their
life full of these "delightful
people" or has God (in his
wisdom) given me everyone else's share?
I
went in to work and had a rather busy shift. Still, being busy keeps my mind
off of sin. I'm too old to be thinking of that sort of thing anyway. As I
worked I looked out of the window at the rain. It had been dry this morning;
this afternoon was a very miserable day in Maidstone. The ideal weekend day to
work really.
As
I drove home I turned on the radio hoping for great things; there was a dull
play about soldiers in the first world war, so I carried on squalling along to
my music. The roads were very wet, and for some odd reason the police were
blocking our road. I joined a queue of traffic at the end of the road, and
after ten minutes the police then let us pass.
I
wonder what that was all about?
I
got home to find "er
indoors TM"
had bought me a snow-dog key ring…
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