Again I slept
through until the alarm went off. Unheard of!!
Over a
brekkie of muesli I watched more "Prison Break" in which it
turns out that the baddies were goodies all along. Even though they'd been
shooting everyone and anyone. There is nothing like a TV show with a believable
plot, is there? And this is fast becoming nothing like one.
I quickly
checked the Internet. Looking at Facebook I saw that the details of the
February geo-meet had been announced. A picnic at Greatstone... Have you ever
been to Greatstone? It's a tad grim at the best of times. But in February? If
the weather is iffy the plan is to withdraw to the Jolly Fisherman pub. I've
been to the Jolly Fisherman pub. When I was there I formed the distinct
impression that the reason that the fisherman was jolly was that he'd just won
a bare-knuckle fist fight.
I don't think
I shall be going to this meet-up...
With little
else of note I set off to work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were
discussing the Brexit shambles (as if they discuss much else these days).
There has been a development in that there are now cross-party talks about the
matter going on. It speaks volumes that Jeremy Corbyn is refusing to have
anything to do with these.
There was
also talk about the people who investigate complaints against police officers.
They are under fire for failing to successfully prosecute complaints, and that
seemingly far too many coppers are walking away from the tribunals. Perhaps
these coppers walking away were falsely accused in the first place? Or is the
accusation itself enough to prove guilt?
I got to work
and did that which I had to do. As I
worked I found my head was spinning with thoughts about phone numbers and odd
shapes and strange pictures and jigsaw puzzles. Following a concerted bash at
the geo-puzzles that went live last week the only ones remaining to be solved
are (obviously) the fiendishly difficult ones. Mind you I also had one
or two rather unwholesome thoughts about a certain celebrity in a unicorn
costume too (there was a puzzle about that)...
With work
done I came home to find "er indoors TM" laying an egg.
One of the dogs had stolen and scoffed a box of choccies. Now I’m not pointing
the finger here, but no dog stole anything until Pogo came to stay.
We walked the
dogs round the block. Pogo had several bouts of what I can only describe as “the
Mr Whippy”s, which I am taking as further evidence of his misdemeanours.
"er indoors TM" boiled up an
incredibly good pasta bake which I scoffed with a couple of bottles of ale, and
then I shared some cheese with the wolf-pack. We all like cheese…
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