With no messages from either the
Environment Agency or the boss in the small hours I slept right through till
half past eight. I got up, as did Fudge and Sid. I chivvied both dogs outside
to “do their business”.
As I made toast, Sid asked to go
out again. I’ve formed a theory about Sid and “his
business”. When the other dogs “want to
go” they hand around the back door and whine and fuss
until they are sent out. Sid doesn’t. he asks once, and having asked once he
then feels justified in crapping on the lino.
As I looked at Facebook I saw that
a friend had taken her children to Lapland, and on arriving the entire family
had had gone down with norovirus. If it was anyone else I would have gloated,
but she gets all of life’s bad luck. I played a little “Hero Wars” because Facebook
has been constantly bombarding me with adverts about the app. It was rubbish.
Pausing only briefly to open the
penultimate window of my
advent calendar I went out into the garden. Back in the day I used to
grumble when we only had one dog’s turds to harvest. Now we have four, and I
have to be careful not to block up the chod-bin, the turd harvest is so
plentiful. The back garden was quite the swamp. Fortunately nice-next-door have
bodged the fence good enough for now. I can’t do a proper fix without churning
the lawn beyond repair.
We then took the dogs for a
walk. They had great fun running through the floods in Bowen’s Field. Or that
is Fudge, Treacle and Pogo did. After a few minutes we realised we’d lost Sid.
I eventually spotted him a hundred yards back. He’d not liked the look of the
floods, had turned round and was heading home.
We then played nicely with other
dogs. We met a young family who asked (very
politely) if they could stroke the dogs. We had a good
walk; marred only by Fudge’s insistence on trying to “play piggyback” with Sid. I *really* wish he wouldn’t do that.
Once home I popped over to the
shop to get the ingredients for my Christmas cocktail MkII. It is again
vodka-based, but this time I’ve bunged in Cadbury’s chocolate eclairs and I’ve
got some Elmlea to chuck in it later. At the moment the chocolate eclairs are
dissolving quite nicely.
We had a croissant for lunch,
then I took myself off to bed for the afternoon whilst "er indoors TM" went shopping.
Just as I’d made myself comfortable so all the dogs came up and made themselves
comfortable too. We all slept nicely for about five minutes after which time they
all charged downstairs barking and shouting for no reason that I could
determine. They then all came back to bed for five minutes, and that was the way
of things for the next four hours.
The day before the night shift
is usually a dull one, and even though it is Christmas week, today followed the
usual pattern.
A bit of dinner, then off to the
night shift…
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