With no alarm set I
slept to over eight hours last night, finally waking as a wet nose thrust
itself into my armpit at quarter to eight. I got up, I put eleven things into
the washing machine (as the clothes horse has eleven rungs), and set
about some toast as I looked at the Internet. Or tried to. The laptop said it
was connected to the Internet, but nothing internet-related was happening at
all. I could understand the lap-top’s reluctance to go on-line; when it finally
did I saw I had two more “friend”
requests on Facebook.
The
one with more clothes on (and the scarier chest) claimed to be called “Harriet”
and claimed that someone has set up a fake Facebook account using her picture
and I shouldn’t accept a friend request from that account, though she was
rather vague why I shouldn’t.
The
other one was called “Dominatriz” and amongst the people listed on her
account as her friends was “Peculiar Peter”. I reported both to the
Facebook Feds for being extremely un-moral. It’s not often that I can claim the
moral high ground, is it?
I
sent out a birthday request to an old friend from primary school who I haven’t
seen in person since 1975, rolled my eyes at various petty squabbles… and gave
up trying to look at the Internet. All three dogs were having a serious
play-fight, and if any one dog was feeling victimised they would jump onto me
for support.
As
the dogs were full of beans I took them out. It was too late to get to Kings
Wood and back. Orlestone is a swamp at this time of year. So (against my
better judgement) we went to the park. We got there and I let the dogs off
of their leads, They immediately went to bother the normal people so I blew the
whistle and they came straight back. I was impressed. As we went round the park
so the puppies would charge up to random normal people, and immediately come
back to the sound of the whistle.
As
we walked some old chap (about my age) told me he must speak to me. My
heart sank as I expected the worst. But I was wrong to be pessimistic. This
bloke said that he’d seen us coming into the park and watched me letting the dogs
off of the leads. He admitted he thought I must have been mad to let such small
dogs loose, but he said he was really impressed at how the dogs responded to
the whistle, and wanted to know how I did it. I explained the principle of
whistle training (feeling rather smug). Whistle training is incredibly
impressive to watch – when it works. When it doesn’t it is frankly
embarrassing, but we are probably up to about an eighty per cent success rate
with the puppies.
With
walk walked I popped to the corner shop for pastries to have with a cuppa. I
get those when “er indoors TM” is working from home. We
scoffed them with a cuppa as I paid a bill. We had the boiler serviced exactly
a month ago (on 13 January) and the nice lady at the plumbers (one of
my ex-trainees) posted the bill right away. It arrived this morning. A
second class letter took a month to get to me…
I
wrote up a little CPD, then set off to work.
With
nothing of note on the radio I sang along to “Ivor Biggun” songs as I
drove up the motorway. Having seen the price of petrol in Ashford I drove up to
Aylesford where it was twelve pence a litre cheaper, and so I saved myself five
quid. As I walked to the kiosk to pay so the chap parked at the pump in front
of me stopped me and pointed out we both had the same sort of car. He was
amazingly excited about this.
To
me, any car which is beige in colour is that same as my car, but apparently our
cars were both Skoda Fabias. And being next to each other was really something…
according to this chap. Bless him.
But much as I mock,
that was pretty much it for my day… A dull one really.
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