Just as I was about to go to bed last night I
realised that after four hours soaking in dangerous chemicals yesterday evening
the “focking plogol” remained blocked solid. After scattering the
contents of the cupboard under the sink all over the floor and subsequently
flooding the kitchen I found the problem. The U-bend was bunged up solidly with
a huge amount of solidified fat. There must have been a mug-full of rock-solid
thick white fat which vaguely smelled of roast lamb. Where did that all come
from? It took some shifting.
I slept better knowing
that the sink would now drain.
Over toast I had my usual look at the Internet.
I had a friend
request on Facebook from “Rose Marie”; an AI-generated person who
sported both a
rather impressive of norks though, and a moustache as well. Sadly the moustache
wasn’t of the same standard as the norks, but given time it might grow… However
I will never know as I deleted the request. I also had a suggestion from
Facebook that I might like to follow the antics of Anthony Browne. No – I’d
never heard of him either. Apparently he’s the MP for south Cambridgeshire.
There wasn’t much else going on on-line so we
got ready for the off.
We drove round to
Repton; as we turned into the road leading to the field so the dogs started
squealing in excitement. Dog club went rather well this morning with the
biggest turn-out we’ve had for a long time. I tried counting the dogs, but they
wouldn’t stay still. I counted eighteen, but there may well have been more. We
had some new people along who seemed to like what was going on, including one
lady who lives over the road from the field and had been watching us for
months. At first wondering what goes on, and then wondering if she and her dog
might join in.
I wore wellies; I got
cold feet. I need to get some woolly socks.
We must have been a tad
late getting out of Dog Club; Steve was playing music from the mystery year but
we missed hearing the clues giving what had happened in that year. After two
records which I don’t think I’d ever heard before he announced that the year
had been 1998.
We came home for a cuppa, I paid the money collected at Dog Club
into the Repton Centre’s bank account. Leaving
“er
indoors TM” to put all the stuff back into the kitchen
cupboard (which had dried out) I set off to work in daylight, which made
a change. As I drove I listened to Steve in the radio, but not for long. Sadly
the signal gave out after a few miles (at Bethersden), so I turned over
to Ivor Biggun CDs and sang along as I drove to Pembury.
I got to work and did what I had to do. I
always say I don' t mind working at the weekends, but I think I do really.
During a lull in proceedings I finished an e-book. If any of my loyal readers
are at a loose end, "Calculating
God" by Robert J Sawyer is well worth a read. Like all good
fiction, the book poses a rather intriguing "what-if". What if
aliens turn up and rather than wanting to meet all the politicians and leaders,
they just want to visit the museums like any other tourists. And then it comes
up in conversation that not only have the aliens got actual incontrovertible
proof of the existence of God, but also all of Earth's religions have all been
sucking up to the wrong God?
My Kindle gave me a
third award for finishing that e-book. It is getting rather generous with
those. I then started on another e-book; an old favourite of mine. More
speculative fiction; this one was written years ago. "The
Cloud Walker" by Edmond Cooper is an old favourite of mine. Set in
a post-apocalyptic future where crackpot religion holds sway, a young lad wants
to commit the heresy of flying a kite.
As I worked I chuckled.
We had two lab assistants with us today. One's been with us for several months
and knows me fairly well, the other is quite new. The new one was civil enough,
but was treating me in much the way I would politely treat a mate's
grandmother. At tea break I took off my lab coat and went to the rest room (we
can't eat or drink in a laboratory with blood samples about!). As I went I
was conscious that new girl was staring at me. As I walked round the corner I
heard the other girl saying "He's covered in tattoos; he'll show you
them if you like. And he's got loads of Lego". New girl was much more
friendly after that...
I got home rather late; “er indoors TM” had boiled
up stilton soup. That was rather good.
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