Being wide awake far
too early I gave up trying to sleep, saw to the puppies, and scoffed toast
whilst watching more of my Coursera course. This morning I revised
lymphoproliferative conditions before having a little look at the Internet. It
was still there and squabbles abounded.
The
atheism Facebook page I’ve started following was good for a laugh; there were
no end of religious crackpots coming on to either spread the good news of their
particular religion, to warn the godless that they are all going to burn in
hell fire, or to confuse atheism with satanism. There were also no end of very
aggressive atheists all laughing at the unsubstantiated arguments made by the
believers, seemingly oblivious to the fact that their arguments abut the
non-existence of a god are all equally untenable. But it all makes for
entertaining reading. There was also some amazing drivel about how prayers are
more likely to be answered if they are directed via the Middle East. I can’t
help but wonder how you send a prayer on such a little diversion.
For
myself I’m rather embarrassed that I really did use to believe in all that
rubbish. These days I find myself thinking along the same lines as Sir David
Attenborough,
and he gets hate mail from the righteous. I remain an apathetic agnostic… there
might be a god, there might not. All the evidence I have is that if there is
one, it is completely indifferent to us.
I
loaded up the washing machine despite Morgan and Treacle trying to steal grubby
socks, and then we all loaded ourselves into the car and set off to Saturday
morning dog club. The actual name of Dog Club is “Ashford Dog Socialising
Group”, and much as the puppies love it and have a whale of a time,
surprisingly the dog who is perhaps benefitting the most is Treacle. Despite
always having had other dogs around her, she’s never much cared for other dogs.
In the few months we’ve been going she’s got noticeably more tolerant of other
dogs. She still don’t like them very much, and we still have little “episodes”
(like we did today) but slowly we’re making progress with her.
Whilst
she mostly kept herself to herself and grudgingly tolerated the other dogs so
Morgan and Bailey had great fun. It was a shame that Morgan had to try to pull
lumps of fluff from Fluffy Luna, and it was also a shame that I found one of
the other dog-keepers trying to fend Bailey off so that she could gather her
dog’s poo before Bailey ate it. But on the whole, dog club was a resounding
success. As the days are getting warmer so attendance is increasing, and as
spring is in the air, so the boy dogs were all getting “fruity”… mostly
with other boy dogs.
And
the little pug Sharkey tiddled up a few legs too…
I took a few photos whilst we were there.
As we drove home Steve was on the radio doing the Mystery Year quiz
thingy. I got it right… 1988. “er indoors TM” said I’d guessed
right. It wasn’t a guess; it was skill and expertise (!)
We got home; “er indoors TM” took the
dogs inside whilst I popped up the road to the corner shop for a couple of
pastries to scoff with a cuppa.
Eventually I got to hang out the washing when the washing
machine finished. That machine is strange. Several times each week I load it up
on setting number two and press the “go” button”. The numbers “1:50”
appear on the thing’s screen and count down. But what do these numbers mean?
Today the thing took just over two hours to finish; other times it is done in
just under an hour.
With
laundry hung out I set off to work and had a rather busy day. When I first
started professionally testing blood, half a dozen blood samples all afternoon
would have been thought excessive. Today I (quite literally) didn’t stop
at all.
Certainly not how I’d
rather be spending a Saturday afternoon and evening…
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