I had a terrible night.
Yesterday "er indoors TM" hung some new curtains. Billed as "blackout curtains"
they would supposedly help me sleep during the day time when on night shifts by
making the room dark. I can achieve the
same by pulling the covers over my head. These curtains made the bedroom too
dark last night; I kept waking because the dogs couldn’t see in the dark and
were falling over everyone and everything.
Either the curtains will go, or
they will be partly pulled open in future.
I gave up
trying to sleep shortly after five o'clock, and over brekkie watched the first
half of the first episode of "The Umbrella Academy" - a new
thing on Netflix. It started OK, but with episodes being an hour long I'm
probably going to give up on it if episodes don't have a suitable break point
half way through.
I then
thanked the world for all the kind messages I'd had about my birthday yesterday
via Facebook - over a hundred people had wished me well.
As I walked
to my car my piss boiled somewhat. The bin men had put a recycling bin on the
road in between all of the parked cars. There were two of these bins hemming my
car in; I pulled them both on to the pavement. The bin men round our way send
out someone to move the bins before the lorry comes round. They put the bins to
obstruct the traffic before the collection, and after the collection they leave
the bins strewn along the pavements so that no one can get past. I've seen
mothers pushing push-chairs down the road as the pavements are left impassable.
I realise the
bin men have a difficult and thankless task, but they do themselves no favours.
I drove to
the petrol station where my payment card was declined. Odd. The same card got
money from the cashpoint machine five minutes later. I wonder what that was all
about?
I set off to
work up a very foggy motorway. As I drove there was consternation being expressed
by all and sundry because the Irish government had announced its plans for a
no-deal Brexit. I would have thought that making plans was a sensible thing (something
the UK government might consider); but it seems that quite a few UK
politicians have taken offence at this.
There was
also talk of a privately funded mission to the Moon blasting off today. The
Chinese have plans for a Moon base. Apparently Donald Trump is insisting that
the Americans go back to the Moon pretty soon. He'd better get a move on or he
will be left behind.
I got to work
for the early shift and did my bit. It was a rather busy day, but an early
start made for an early finish. I came home and it was light enough to walk the
dogs round the park.
Sometimes our
walks go well. Sometimes they don’t. This evening’s walk was utter misery. When
Pogo wasn’t fighting with other dogs, all three were trying to eat other dogs’
turds.
The evening
was rather fraught. "Stormageddon
- Bringer of Destruction TM" has come to stay. On the plus
side he seemed quite taken with the Lego set-up. But he refused to eat his tea,
and he has fed the Ker-Plunk marbles to Treacle.
I *think*
"er indoors TM" has retrieved most of them, but I
shell keep a weather eye on that dog’s turds for a day or so…
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