It was very dark when I got up this
morning. As I fumbled in the dark I thought I could count two dogs on the bed I
wondered where the third was, and found him as I tripped over a sleeping Pogo.
I fussed him, and as I fussed him he was
crying. I was standing on his paw. We sorted that, and soon I found myself
fussing all three hounds. We had a little "Good Morning"
ceremony, then we all had our morning ablutions. Some were less keen than
others to go out for a tiddle. It was dark and wet; I wasn't keen on going out,
but I did, if only to check that tiddles were done.
As I scoffed a bowl of granola I watched
last week's episode of "Inside No 9" which was rather cleverly
done, then with all the dogs settled I set off to work just as the dawn was
breaking.
As I drove the morning got lighter, and
less windy and less rainy, which was a result what with my rear window being on
the iffy side. I only had to stop twice to bodge running repairs (which was
good). As I drove I listened to the radio which started off with some
really pretentious drivel about poetry. This was followed by a wildlife program
about where the flies go in the winter. It turns out they carry on flying
around like they usually do, but far fewer people go outside to see them in the
winter. As some professor of entomology was droning on I couldn't help but
wonder if I might have been a fly-ologist. I bet they don't have to drive
thirty miles to start a shift at half past seven on a Sunday morning.
I got to work; just as I parked I
realised I'd left my lunch at home. Oh well... that will do for tomorrow.
I went in and walked straight past the
canteen. Diet means no cooked brekkie.
Mind you for all that hospital food is very good, the brekkie does leave
something to be desired. Every time I've had one I get a guts-ache from it. And
when you have as much guts as me, that's a lot of ache. Hence the diet.
The shift went well. Apart from a little hiccup with the
Duffy blood group system, today's was one of the better weekend shifts I've had
recently. I drove home, not needing to bodge the rear window repair at all (which
was a result).
Once home I took a dustpan and brush to the car and swept
out as much of the broken glass as I could. I might need to have a go with the
Hoover in the week. "er indoors TM" then helped me
reinforce the bodged window cover by hoiking a shower curtain over the back.
It’ll do until I get the repair done properly.
"er indoors TM" boiled up a rather
good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching last week’s episode of “Hunted”.
I could do that show…
Once we’d scoffed, we then gave the dogs swede and
cauliflower for their dinner (with a little gravy); They all loved it. Who
would have thought it?
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