As I had my usual rummage around Facebook this morning I
saw quite a few posts from Midge Ure’s performance at the Royal Albert Hall
last night. Earlier in the week I had an offer of a ticket to be there (and
a lift to get there) but what with wedding anniversary I turned it down. It
looks like I missed a good show.
There wasn’t much else happening on-line, so with “er
indoors TM” off to the Sandwich office I settled the dogs and
walked down the road to the dentist.
I took my place in the waiting room and my piss boiled as I
watched some young mother with her brat. The brat had a scooter and when it
wasn’t trying to smash lumps out of the floor and walls by using the scooter as
a hammer, it was running round the surgery like a thing possessed. Mother
followed making rather pathetic excuses. I realise that in today’s (rather
pathetic) society we are supposed to try to reason with the brat to ask it
to consider a different way of carrying on whilst in no way criticizing what it
is doing, but seriously… Give it one firm crack across the arse and it will
behave. And having had one firm crack across the arse the threat of more will
ensure it doesn’t wreak havoc again. I realise there are those that disagree,
but in my experience those who disagree either have no children of their own or
have the most ill-behaved brats.
A couple of weeks ago I had a rather bad toothache and was
told I needed a root canal filling. Today it was happening. I’d read up on the
things and was prepared for an hour’s pain. I was in and out in fifteen minutes
and was told to come back for more treatment in a month. Hopefully by then the
burning taste will have gone from my mouth.
I came home to find the dogs asleep. I woke them and we
drove up to Kings Wood. We took a little diversion to our planned walk today;
several dozen small children were running round screaming where we’d hoped to
go, Now I don’t mean that figuratively or sarcastically. I mean that quite
literally After five minutes walking in to the woods we encountered a very
large group of primary school aged children who were all running in random
directions, all screaming, as half a dozen adults looked on. Was this some sort
of school activity? We went the other way.
When we go to the woods we often chase squirrels, roll in
fox poo, wade in swamps and try to avoid the normal people. Today we explored a
path we’d not wandered before… and found a rather large pair of recently
shitted underpants. Someone had crapped themselves and abandoned pants.
Between screaming children and crapped pants the dogs were
incredibly well behaved.
We came home where I scoffed the last of yesterday’s
Chinese then cracked on with the ironing. As I scoffed and ironed I watched
four episodes of “Alice in Borderland”; a Netflix
program which isn’t entirely unlike “Squid Game”. With the ironing done
I watched telly from under a pile of dogs… and then the doorbell rang. My new
Dog-o-Vision security camera had arrived. After a little fiddling about I
managed to get the thing up and running. Connected to the house wi-fi it can
transmit to my phone via the mobile data and so I can keep an eye on the dogs
from miles away… not that they are every left alone for any length of time.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a very good
bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching the final of “Lego Masters:
USA” in which the best team were robbed.
I then fell asleep during the first episode of the most
recent season of “Taskmaster”.
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