Again I slept for over nine hours, and
woke to a rather windy morning. As I scoffed toast so Fudge asked to go
outside. I let him out three times in five minutes. I don’t like to ignore him
when he asks to go out (for obvious reasons) but sometimes he just wants
to play silly beggars. This morning he seemed to be going out to eat a *lot*
of grass.
As I scoffed toast I peered into
Facebook. I was rather hoping to see what people had been up to yesterday.
Bearing in mind I’d missed several possible fun outings I was rather surprised
to see so little. And not a single photo from Dover beer festival.
A friend had posted something from the
Channel Four website. There was an interview with an ex-fruit farmer who,
having originally been a staunch proponent of Brexit was now rather angry to
find that the European Parliament hadn’t ever actually come up with any rulings
that had worked against his best interests. I think this chap was looking for
someone to blame; because of his anti-European stance, all of his immigrant
workers had gone home. With no one to pick his crops, his harvest had rotted in
the fields and the chap is now bankrupt. It was all very sad from one
perspective, and all very satisfying from the other. Sadly I can’t help but
wonder if this is the way forward for the Brexit squabble from here on in.
Endless “I told you so” which isn’t helping anyone.
As I peered into the Internet I listened
to Fudge’s stomach gurgling. He was a couple of yards away on the other sofa
and still his stomach was incredibly loud. I knew he was ill as he didn’t want
any toast crusts.
I was all for taking him to the vet, but
"er indoors TM" talked me out of it.
Despite the wind and the rain we took the dogs for a little
walk. We took a rather curtailed walk round the park where Fudge had perhaps
the most impressive bout of dire rear that I’ve ever seen. Better out that in,
eh? And better out half a mile from home as well, eh?
We came home, dried and settled the dogs, and went out into
the rain.
We went to the sorting office where "er indoors TM"
had a parcel to collect. Everyone parks on the double yellow lines outside the
sorting office even though it is common knowledge that the traffic wardens lurk
in wait. "er indoors TM" dropped me off and came
back two minutes later so as to avoid the Yellow Peril (have you noticed
that traffic wardens are known as the “Yellow Peril” even though their uniforms
have had green rather than yellow for years?).
We went to Waitrose where their poor selection of
overpriced wine was second only to their poor selection of overpriced beer.
We went to John Lewis. "er indoors TM"
has got a John Lewis card. She rarely shops there, but if you have one of their
loyalty cards they send you a voucher for free coffee and cake once every three
months. I might get myself one since their coffee and cake was rather good.
We went to Sainburys whose beer selection wasn’t that bad
at all.
We came home. Fudge seemed to have perked up an awful lot.
A walk, getting “it” out of his system and a little sleep had done him a
world of good.
"er
indoors TM"
got busy in the kitchen, and "My Boy TM" and his
branch of the tribe came round for a bit of dinner. Carrot soup, Sunday roast,
tiramisu, cheese and port… Not too shabby at all.
We then watched this evening’s episode of “Doctor Who”.
I consider myself a fan of the show; I’ve been watching it for as long as I can
remember, but the show has reached a serious low-point. With characters about
whom I really don’t care and plots that just don’t catch my interest, I wonder
if it is time to give up with it…
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