I didn’t have a good night. Treacle was restless and
quarrelsome, and a night of snarling and growling wasn’t restful. I gave up any
attempt at sleep at five o’clock, and over a bowl of granola watched last
week’s episode of “Inside No 9”. Usually a very good show, this one was
(sadly) perhaps the weakest one that has ever been done.
I sparked up my lap-top to peer into cyberspace. It would
seem my ex-Facebook friend with more money than sense had de-friended more
people than just me yesterday. I then left one of the Facebook Munzee groups;
an attempt to reason with an idiot was fast descending into petty bickering. I’ve
mentioned this before – why is it that when I say “I disagree with you for
the following reasons” people respond with “you disagree with me
therefore you are a prat”? I’ve wasted too much of my life trying to reason
with people who are incapable of reasoned debate.
There wasn’t much else on Facebook this morning other than
a colleague’s holiday snaps. A lot of people can be very disparaging about that
sort of thing but being a naturally nosey person I love seeing other people’s
photos. And these photos left me pondering. Based on my own (admittedly
limited) experience, do all Mediterranean hotels have populations of feral
cats in residence?
I sent out some birthday wishes, and
checked my emails. There was nothing of note. I got dressed - I put on new
trousers. Perhaps rather dull, but on a dull day, new trousers was (relatively)
exciting.
I walked seemingly half a mile to find
my car and drove off to work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were fuelling
the fires of panic over corona virus. The crisis is now expected to last for a
year or so. Ho hum...
There wasn't much else on the news at
all today. The Prime Minister is supposedly going to be addressing the nation
on the matter on a daily basis. That will be nice.
Just as I got to work so my phone
beeped. I'd driven past a new geocache in Harrietsham. If the geo-feds had done
their bit earlier and had I driven up the A-road I might have had a cheeky
First to Find. Oh well...
With a few minutes spare I continued my exploration of the
estates near work. I had no idea there were so many houses at the back of the
hospital. I had a vague idea about moving to one... not that "er
indoors TM" would be up for it.
I went in to work for the early shift and did my bit. Work
was much as it ever is… but on re-reading that sounds rather negative, doesn’t
it? Looking back five years, work nowadays is far better than once it was.
As always, an early start made for an early finish, and an
early finish meant that there was a parking space near home.
I came in and saw "er indoors TM"
had converted the living room table into a workstation; she’s been sent home
from work to work from home for a week. I didn’t disturb here *that*
much as I took the dogs out.
We walked round the block, we (the dogs; not me) got
fussed by a couple of young girls sitting on the green box at the end of
Francis Road. And then we met a toddler. He was fascinated by Fudge and Pogo
tiddling up the walls. He and his mother walked with us to the end of Bond
Road. They turned right, we turned left… and then the toddler burst into
hysterics. He had waved goodbye to the dogs and they hadn’t waved back. He was
inconsolable.
His mother and I spent a couple of minutes showing that
dogs are physically incapable of waving; their paws lack the necessary
articulation (I put that in terms a toddler could understand). I
explained that a wag of a tail is a dog’s way of waving, and he seemed rather
impressed with that as he went his way and we went ours.
"er indoors TM" boiled up a
rather good bit of dinner, then went bowling. I sat in front of the telly with
the dogs and slept through the second episode of “Noughts and Crosses”. The
SkyPlus box has automatically downloaded the third episode… I don’t think I
shall bother with it…
Today was dull…
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