I rather struggled with the night shift; I
wasn’t feeling at all on top form and so was very pleased to see the day shift
arrive.
As I drove home I
listened to the radio as I do. The new Home Secretary was being interviewed… I
say “interviewed”; the poor chap was faced with endless statements about
how crap the situation he has taken over, and immediately after making a
statement the (so-called) interviewer then presented another one. After
five minutes the Home Secretary asked why he’d been brought on to the radio. As
he pointed out, the whole idea of an interview is that you ask someone a
question, listen to what they say, and then ask further more probing questions
based on what they said. And also, as he pointed out, a seemingly endless list
of the failings of his predecessor could have been read out whilst he stayed at
home.
I was rather glad the
chap said this; those presenting the news so often give up golden opportunities
when they would rather just listen to the sounds of their own voices.
I got home, and seeing
it wasn’t raining I took the dogs out. Usually I go straight to bed but with
more rain forecast for much of the rest of the day I thought we might get in a
walk whilst we could. We just walked into Ashford and back again and apart from
getting rather over-excited about a squirrel in the Memorial Gardens the walk
passed off rather well. Far better than most local walks go. To be fair to the
dogs, they really need more practice on the leads. Perhaps they’ve been spoiled
by going to the woods so often?
We got home as the rain
started. It soon became rather heavy. I’m getting a tad fed up with the
seemingly constant rain we’ve had for the last few weeks. With walk walked I
had a shower and went to bed. I woke after three hours, and as I got up so
Morgan and Bailey got up too; they’d come to bed with me.
I saw loads of messages
on my phone; apparently a few minutes after I’d left work there had been some
incident on the road to work and luckily I’d missed some rather serious hold-ups.
I was pleased about
that.
I then had a look
through something I signed up to yesterday. Bearing in mind that I’m hoping to
take semi-retirement soon I thought I might use the dogs as guinea pigs.
Yesterday I signed up to a course with the Dog Training College as Facebook
said it was free, and I had this idea that I could use the dogs as test
subjects in this free on-line course. However I’d completely forgotten about
the fifty-ninth Rule of Acquisition: “Free advice is
seldom cheap”. The course wasn’t free at all. The information pack and
introductory video was free. The course itself would set me back two thousand
quid.
Sod that.
As usual after a night
shift I spent much of the afternoon doing the ironing whilst watching episodes
of “Four In A Bed” in which some chap who considered himself to be a “big
businessman” was running far and away the shabbiest establishment;
seemingly unable to even clean his rooms, and putting instant coffee into a
cafetiere. But isn’t this typical of those who advocate “business” and “management”;
all full of important-sounding words but rather short on actually delivering
that which they should deliver.
Meanwhile “Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” has seen a UFO whilst taking Pogo for a walk,
and “Stormageddon – Bringer of Destruction TM” is creating
new life forms. I wonder if God realises he’s got competition?
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