I got up this morning, made toast, and sat and watched my lap-top for ten minutes. Pressing buttons achieved nothing and it was whirring like a thing possessed. Eventually it announced that it had updated something which was (and is) utterly meaningless to me. I wish it wouldn’t keep doing that. If it wants to ponce about it can do it when I’m doing something else; not at the very moment when I want to use the thing.
When I eventually got
into the Internet I saw that the latest scammer to try to befriend me was still
active. I had a friend request on Facebook late last
night. He (apparently) has created a secret Whatsapp group, but needs
many hot women for his (!) group. If any of my loyal readers knows of a
hot woman who is at a bit of a loose end, why not have them drop him
a line and get them to sign up before his (?) group is full. I’m not
entirely sure if by “hot women” he wanted foxy ones or sweaty ones.
I
suspect “this one might be better advised to take some English lessons
before attempting to become a professional porn-monger…
I took the dogs for a walk. We had an “episode” before we even got to the car. As we walked up the road so some woman coming down the pavement waited until we were passing her, at which point she leapt (gazelle-like) into the adjacent garden where she started screaming and waving her arms like a thing possessed. That set the dogs off barking.
We then had a “near-miss” in the woods. Seeing a chap walking toward us with his dogs on their leads I put my dogs onto their leads. He seemed offended that I’d put my two on leads; I explained that Pogo often doesn’t like seeing other dogs on leads. This seemed to be something of revelation to the chap who then said that he has so many episodes with other dogs, and wondered if things might be better if his dogs were off of the lead. I made the observation that pretty much every dog I’ve ever met in the woods (but his) were running free. The chap considered it, but he said that if his dogs were off of the leads then he couldn’t tell them off if they barked (!?)
Why do I attract these loonies?
We came home and had a cuppa. The milk was on the turn, but such is life. It wasn’t that bad to warrant going to the shop for more milk. I sat down and spent an hour or so getting my CPD up to date, then there was a minor commotion as the postman called. Once I’d settled the dogs I had a look to see what had arrived.
We had the annual confirmation of who lives in the house for the electoral register, and the TV licence too. I do think that nearly a hundred and sixty quid a year for the BBC is a bit much, but I don’t get any say in the matter….
I then geo-puzzled a little, and (with quite a lot of help from “er indoors TM”) solved a nearby puzzle which has had me stumped for some time.
The plan was to spend the afternoon asleep. I went to bed and the dogs came with me. They slept very well; I dozed as bast as I could on the scrap of bed they left for me. I arranged them several times so that we could all have some space, and every time they arranged themselves back as they were. Afternoon sleeps before the night shift are odd. If the dogs come up to bed with me I can’t get comfortable. If they don’t then I’m lonely.
After three hours I got up to find “er indoors TM” had got some fresh milk so I made another cuppa, and saw I had a message from the Facebook Feds. They’d reviewed the filth that my prospective friend was peddling and had decreed that it doesn’t go against their community standards. I suspect that in a few months they will say that my pointing this out (!) contravenes their standards…
Hopefully “er indoors TM” will boil up some dinner in a bit, then I shall be off to the night shift.
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