Usually
having done a night shift means I sleep rather well for the next few nights,
but despite Tuesday night's efforts I was wide awake at half past two this
morning and lay awake for the rest of the night. On hearing “er indoors TM”
get up for the loo just before five o'clock I thought I might as well get up
and let the puppies out, and she could then take them back upstairs with her
whilst I had brekkie.
I
thought this was a good plan…
Admittedly
things did smell a bit whiffy when I opened their crate but Morgan had been
farting a lot last night so I thought no more about it. I chivvied them (and
Treacle) into the garden and came back in (ten minutes later) to
find “er indoors TM” disassembling their bedding as someone (presumably
Morgan) had had a little "potty accident". In a spirit of
either helpfulness or of being a foul creature Bailey then tried to eat it.
There is a school of thought which goes along the lines of having her eat it
gets rid of it… however this theory overlooks the sad fact that she then sicks
it all up a couple of hours later.
I
mention this just so’s my loyal readers get a rounded view of dog-herding in
it’s entirely rather than having a rose-tinted view of some impossibly ideal
perfect dog. Dogs are truly disgusting creatures...
The
clean-up only took twenty minutes (!), and with “er indoors TM”
and the dogs gone back to bed (and the washing machine going full-pelt at
dog bedding) I made brekkie and turned on the telly to watch an episode of
"Stranger Things". The good thing about this show is that for
all that the "stranger things" are rather strange, the writers
have created and developed believable characters... it was such a shame that in
this morning's episode pretty much all of them were acting utterly unlike their
established ways purely to move the plot along.
I
set off to work, and had to chuckle. You could tell it was dustbin day from the
dustmen bellowing up the street (at half past six in the morning) and
from the amount of rubbish festooned all over the street. The dustbin lorry had
been parked on the roadside, and as I walked out of the front door so a car was
coming down the road. The dustbin lorry then deliberately pulled out to block
that car. It couldn't have been moving forward to ease bin collection as it
only went about five yards down the road then stopped between cars parked on
either side. It really did move purely to obstruct the traffic.
As
I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about the upcoming strike called by the Royal
College of Nursing. Apparently massive
efforts are being made to ensure the strike will cause no disruption to the
running of any hospital... so what it the point of the strike? Mind you, this
is a hospital thing. I can remember strikes at the (now demolished)
Royal East Sussex Hospital where strikers ensured that their shifts were
covered before they went on strike.
And
there was also talk about the ongoing war in Ukraine. The Ukrainian First Lady is claiming the
people are preparing themselves for years of ongoing war... provided the
western world pays for it.
I
got to work and deployed a Tree House (as one does), then got on with
the early shift. Work was rather good. No cake today, but we had posh biccies.
An
early start meant for an early finish. But even at early finish time it is
still dark at this time of year, so with a few minutes spare I thought I might
get petrol…
Oh
dear.
There
was quite a queue at the petrol station. Some impatient idiot couldn’t wait and
squeezed his car through the queued cars with only an inch on each side, only
to get to the pump to find the nice petrol station lady had just hung an “out
of order” sign on it. This idiot then leapt from his car to remonstrate
with the nice lady…
Today’s
new word is “remonstrate” – it means to scream, shout and generally
carry on in such a way to leave no doubt in the mind of any onlookers that they
are dealing with a half-wit.
Anyway,
as this idiot remonstrated it became clear to everyone that not only had he
forgotten to apply his car’s handbrake, but he’d also not left it in gear. It
took him a surprisingly long time to realise his car was rolling away. It was
so hard for me not to point and laugh out loud.
I
got home… Morgan seems a whole lot better…
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