Yesterday as I perused the Internet over brekkie seemingly
everyone was raving about how good Elton John had been at Glastonbury. This
morning Glastonbury was all the talk again, but this time Sparks were being
accused of lip-syncing rather than singing live. Some people who claimed to
have seen it were adamant that you could clearly see the lip-syncing, and
others were adamant that you could not. It soon became clear that whether or
not the song was live or a pre-recorded tape was irrelevant to those who just wanted
to argue.
I also saw a friend’s son had had a grading at karate and
had received a green belt. I did karate for a few months back in the early 90s.
I can remember it being fun, if hard physical work, but looking back other than
the two workmates with whom I went, I don’t think that any of the thirty other
attendees spoke to me, or anyone else come to that.
I took the dogs to the woods. As we drove down the pundits
on the radio were talking about the recent failed coup in Russia.
The consensus of opinion was that the coup failed because the one leading it
was seen as a worse option than the chap he was trying to depose. And so Putin
stays in power.
I once read a biography of Hitler which made the assertion
that Hitler rose to power because he was the least worst of several bad choices
of leader. All the time decent people can’t be arsed to stand for office, so
history repeats itself.
We got to the woods and had an “episode”. The dogs
ran up to some weirdo who was lurking in a thicket brandishing a camera. I have
no idea what he was trying to photograph, but from his reaction I can only
suppose their excited woofing scared it off. I tried to apologize, but the chap
had a face like a smacked arse. His attitude was such that we had a little bout
of whistle training as we walked away. If anyone had asked I could have
explained (quite plausibly) that we were working on our recall…
Is it so unreasonable to feel that if a weirdo is lurking
in a thicket for photographic purposes then that weirdo might put up a sign so
that passing dog-herds don’t balls up what he is doing?
As we walked so “Daddy’s Little Angel TM”
sent a message. Bearing in mind the awful reception in the woods I was amazed
it got through. Was I still OK to look after “Darcie Waa Waa TM”
tomorrow while she takes “Stormageddon – Bringer of Destruction TM”
to the dentist? I was glad she’d sent the message; I’d been wondering why
I’d booked tomorrow off work.
We came home. I hung out the washing, popped to the corner
shop for a sandwich for later and pastries for now, and did a little CPD whilst the
dogs snored next to me on the sofa.
I had to wake Morgan at one point as he was getting rather
agitated in his dreaming. And then a few minutes later he was wagging his tail
so much in his sleep he woke himself up.
And so to work… and as is so often the way when on the late
shift the best bit of the day was all done by noon…
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