A large
contingent of the family's women went to the airport for the hen weekend in the
small hours this morning. "er indoors TM" set off shortly after two o'clock. Fudge
slept through it, but her leaving upset Pogo and Treacle who whimpered and
howled and cried for about an hour before finally settling.
I got up just
after five o'clock, did my morning routine, and over a bowl of granola watched
last week's episode of "Lee and Dean". I then woke the dogs
and sent them all outside for tiddle. Bearing in mind the rain, not one of them
was very keen on going for a tiddle. They had their brekkie, all looked at me with
quizzical expressions. They knew that something odd was going on, but all
happily settled and were all soon asleep again.
I set off for
the early shift. As I drove through the rain the pundits on the radio were
spouting their usual brand of drivel. There’s not enough doctors to go round,
Iran is trying to pull out of the agreement by which is stops trying to make an
atom bomb, the Prime Minister is in the shit again…much the same as it is every
morning.
I got to
work, did half a day’s work, and left. What with "er indoors TM" not being about
to see to the dogs I’d asked for the afternoon off to come and be with them.
I walked out to the car park and saw
that someone had parked their car right across my car’s parking space; blocking
it in. Whoever it was had left their phone number written on the dashboard. I
phoned it. And phoned it again. After twenty minutes someone answered. I
explained that their car was blocking me in. He asked if I could wait until his
lunch break. I said that if he was busy I could probably use my car to push his
car out of the way. He said he’d be right there.
Ten minutes later he turned up; gabbling
into his phone about how bad the parking is in the car park. He was so busy
talking on his phone that he never once acknowledged me.
I got home about half an hour later than
planned.
Once home I put leads onto the dogs. We
walked down the road to where I’d parked. I opened the back of the car and said
“Boot Dogs!”. This is a trick the
dogs have learned. All three hopped into the boot.
We drove up to Bells Forstal. There is a
geocache there on the old airfield. It made for somewhere different to walk the
dogs. Pogo especially seemed to like the run. I soon found the plastic tub I
was after, and we took a circular walk back to the car. As we walked there was
a minor commotion in a hedge and a pheasant flew out. Fudge and Pogo took off
in hot pursuit. Treacle looked at them and looked at me and sat as if to say
what a good girl she was.
We walked back to the car past a
geocache that "er indoors TM" had hidden a year
ago. Someone who’s never actually found a geocache had claimed the thing was
missing. It wasn’t.
We came home, and I spent a
little while bagging rubbish before foraging for some dinner. I foraged up at
the KFC, and once home I shared my dinner with the hounds whilst watching last
Sunday’s episode of “Victoria”.
I never knew that Prince Albert
was the brains behind the Great Exhibition.
I then got the ironing board out
and started watching a film on Netflix. “The Wandering Earth”
was a sci-fi story about a group of
astronauts guiding the Earth away from an expanding Sun, while attempting to
prevent a collision with Jupiter… and if that wasn’t lame enough the whole
thing had been filmed in Chinese and dubbed (rather badly) into English.
I turned it off half way through
and watched “Santa Clarita Diet” instead.
"er indoors TM" and all the
women have all arrived in Lanzarote safely and would seem to be fine. If only I
could explain this to the dogs; they are all guarding the front door and are
plainly waiting for her to come home.
They’ve got some wait…
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