I woke at one o'clock again this morning, but
rolled over and then slept through for a few more hours. I got up, made toast
and watched another episode of "Peep Show" in which Olivia
Coleman again kept her kit on. Mind you she was getting jiggy in the store
room; something I've never done myself. Not that I'm claiming the moral high
ground (much).
With telly watched I
had a little look at Facebook. Several people were posting all sorts of things
about it being far too cold for dogs to be outside. It *is* far too cold
for dogs to be outside. I wish someone would tell Bailey. She is one of the
smallest dogs I have ever seen and she spends most of the evenings whinging at
the back door asking to go out, and once she's out she flatly refuses to come
back in. The only way to get her back inside is to physically capture her and
carry her in. And then she starts whinging to go out into the cold again.
There were also loads
of people asking to join Dog Club this morning... when I say "join Dog
Club" there were loads of requests from people wanting to join the
Facebook page of Dog Club. For every one person who goes to Dog Club there are
over a dozen followers of that Facebook page. I can't help but wonder why
people want to follow Dog Club on-line. As Facebook pages go, it is rather
dull. Pretty much all that happens is that I post a few photos every Saturday
morning.
I got myself organised
and set off to find where I'd left my car. Having totally forgotten where I'd
parked last night I walked the streets pressing the "unlock"
button on the car key until I saw the car's hazard lights flash in the
distance.
I took a few minutes to
scrape the ice from the windscreen this morning; there was quite a lot to
shift.
As I drove up the
motorway I chuckled at the pundits on the radio. Yesterday I mentioned that it
had been claimed on the radio that the Labour party look set for a massive
landslide victory with a majority of over one hundred seats. This morning the same
pundits said that Labour would need the biggest swing in election history to
get in.
And there was a lot of
talk about Donald Trump who is powering ahead in his attempt to secure
nomination for the upcoming Presidential election. Just in case you've
forgotten about him, here's eighty-two blunders
he's made.
But despite being a twit, the public love him. Like that idiot Boris Johnson,
the public love a showman...
The journey to work was easier this morning; far less
lorry drivers were playing silly beggars this morning. If I was a lorry driver
I would just stay in the slow lane and keep going. Why do so many of them
constantly take the best part of a mile to overtake the lorry in front, just to
have that lorry then take just as long and as far to overtake back again?
I got to work; there
was cake. As I worked I listened to two colleagues talking about the weekend
"they" had just had. "We" did better than
"you" as "you" lost... it soon became
apparent that they were talking about their preferred football teams, but
talking as though they had both been actually on the pitch playing with the
teams. People take football so much to heart and so personally, don't they?
With work done and cake scoffed I came home. It
was a full eight degrees warmer as I drove home compared to my journey to work
this morning, but it was still far too cold.
“er indoors TM” set off to take “Daddy’s Little Angel TM”
shopping. They wanted to go to The Range. I certainly didn’t so I stayed home.
I am reliably informed they found a packed of dog poo bags which
came with instructions. Doesn’t it speak volumes about today’s society that
people need to be told how to bag a dog turd?
As they shopped I did more ironing whilst watching something off of
Netflix. “Human
Traffic” was… I won’t say “crap”, but after an hour nothing was
happening so I turned it off, and dozed underneath a pile of dogs until “er indoors TM” came home.
I seem to do that quite a bit these days. It’s all about shared warmth.
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