I was out like a light when my alarm went off this
morning. I woke to find that Fudge had spent the night upstairs on the bed.
That was unlike him. It is odd that when only Pogo and Treacle come up there
isn't room to swing a cat (or dog) but when all three hounds spend the night on the bed, I manage a good
night's sleep.
Over a bowl of the granola that I bought yesterday
I watched another episode of "Good Girls", then set off to work.
As I drove, “Farmer's
World" was talking about the decline of curlews in
the British countryside. I don't think I've ever seen a curlew. From what
I heard on the radio it seems unlikely that I ever will.
Much of the morning's news was from the summit
meeting in Japan where the world's leaders have got together for a bit of a
conflab. Teresa May was telling off the Russian and Saudi leaders; seemingly
oblivious to the fact that she is a spent force. Donald Trump *wasn't* being a total idiot (much to the amazement of all commentators).
From what I could work out there was a lot of hot
air generated, but not much else.
I got to work and did my thing on what was a busy
day. And it was only when I was done that I appreciated the air conditioning at
work. Whilst I worked I’d been comfortable. When I came out it was *hot*.
I came home via Aldi (I needed
to get some beer); I did laugh. As I queued at the tills a small
boy was prancing about blundering into everyone and everything. After a few
minutes of this some bloke dragged the child over to the area by the windows
where there was a lot more space. “If you must be a f…ing
retard, do it here” the chap loudly announced. I don’t think the
child was one of his; mind you there didn’t seem to be anyone else supervising
the wannabe ballerina.
I came home, and said goodbye to "er
indoors TM"
who was off to the cinema with Cheryl. I then had a look at Facebook. A friend
was posting from hospital having had “a diagnostic procedure”. Some
people have “a diagnostic procedure”: I have “a camera up the arse”…
Perhaps I might be better off being the sort of person who has “a diagnostic
procedure”?
I drove round to "My Boy TM".
We sat in the garden putting the world to rights until Cheryl and "er
indoors TM" returned from the cinema. We then scoffed
ourselves silly on barbecue stuff before spending far too long in the hot tub.
It was a good way to spend the evening… a shame something’s given me the farts…
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