As night shifts go, last night’s was one of the
better ones, but I was still glad to see the day shift arrive. As I drove home
the pundits on the radio were talking about today’s planned marches in London.
Following all the commotion in the week with the police saying they were
legally unable to ban the protest marches, marches had been planned in support
of both sides of the conflict in Gaza. I can’t help but wonder why anyone would
march in London in protest about something happening in the Middle East; who
are they protesting at? Is anyone who can do anything about it going to be
listening? Somehow I doubt it. I could be wrong but I suspect many of those
going have been attracted by all the hype.
As I got to the motorway I turned the radio
from Radio Four to Radio Ashford and listened to the fizzing and crackling.
After a mile or so I could hear Steve in the background, and as we drove past
Lenham so I could hear him more clearly.
I drove straight to the Dog Club field. Had I come home for the
dogs I would have been a tad late, and seeing I had the key to the place I felt
I shouldn’t be keeping people waiting. I opened up, and within minutes Ralph (and
his human) arrived. Soon there were dogs all over the place, and “er indoors TM” soon
arrived with a car full of dogs and “Stormageddon – Bringer of Destruction TM”
who’d stayed overnight with his mother and sister. “Daddy’s Little Angel
TM” gave Dog Club a miss as “Darcie Waa Waa TM”
was taking a while to get going this morning.
Dog Club went rather well with a dozen dogs
along. Lots of chasing and playing. Pogo seemed to get on rather well. It’s
daft… standing in a muddy field watching a load of dogs charging about and then
driving home trying to work out the mystery year on the radio has become one of
the highlights of my week. And talking of the mystery year, I had it figured
out today. I heard the clues, I listened to the music. I was confident that it
was 1983. I was rather shocked when Steve said 1979.
We got home and rather
than going to bed (as I would usually do after a night shift) I made
toast and bandied insults with “Daddy’s Little Angel TM” for
the morning.
Eventually “er indoors TM” took “Daddy’s Little Angel TM”
and the littluns off shopping, and I settled down in front of the telly
underneath a pile of dogs and dozed until “er indoors TM” returned. I
had a cuppa and checked my emails. I’ve signed up for “Beat the Peak”;
some scheme by which if we don’t use leccie at peak hours we’ll get money off
our bill. And I had a notification that “LexisNexis” carried out an
insurance risk assessment search on me. I wonder why. And the Friends of Kings Wood were
asking for volunteers to help with pond surveys. I might be up for that.
“er indoors TM” boiled up dinner then
went off to Folkestone to watch some Queen tribute band. I settled on the sofa
with the dogs and watched the last episode of “Osmosis”. The show
started badly, and in all honesty went downhill from there. I must admit I had
no idea what was going on for much of it.
And then I watched a film. I’d heard good things about “Ad Astra”. , but I’d
been lied to. It started off with the planet Earth getting attacked by power
surges from the planet Neptune. So our hero was sent to Mars (which was
where the closest space telephone was located) to ask them to stop. On the
way he was attacked by space pirates and space baboons, but on getting to Mars he
was declared psychologically round the twist. To prove his detractors wrong he
then hijacked a spaceship (accidentally killing all the crew) and sailed
all the way to Neptune where he found his Dad who was even further round the
twist than he was.
As crap films go, it was on the crap side.
As I watched telly so “er indoors TM” said
hello through the dog-cam. That made the dogs sit up and take notice.
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