I had an early night last night, but woke at two o'clock
and spent the rest of the night listening to snoring. I gave up with sleep, got
up and made toast and scoffed it whilst watching an episode of "Peep
Show". I do like that show but one of the main characters winds me up.
A sponging freeloader who goes through life with his hand out shamelessly
expecting everyone else to pay his way for him... Having met one or two of that
ilk I can't help but wonder who the daft one is. Perhaps I should try it?
Bearing in mind that major road works were due to start today I set off
for work early. And was immediately thwarted by my car which was covered in
ice. A frost hadn't been forecast last night. After five minutes I'd scraped
most of it away and was driving up the motorway listening to the pundits on the
radio.
There was talk of the war in Ukraine this morning. It would
seem the Ukrainian army is running short of volunteers. Bearing in
mind how their President has been shamelessly demanding international aid to
finance his war, I can see him demanding troops next.
And there was talk from the war in Gaza where it would seem
that Israeli soldiers are torturing and humiliating their Palestinian captives
and then being stupid enough to put their war crimes onto TikTok. It is
becoming increasingly more difficult to remember that the Israelis went into
the current bout of this decades-long war as the victims, isn't it?
Closer to home it was suggested that bosses of water
companies spilling raw sewage into rivers and seas might not get performance
bonuses in their pay packet... There's a novel suggestion, eh?
As I got close to work it was apparent that the major road
works that we'd all been warned about hadn't started, and I drove straight
through where there were supposed to be serious delays. Not that I'm
complaining.
Work was work; I didn't do much today. With annual leave to
use up and being on an early shift I was on my way home by half past eleven.
Sadly there was little other than drivel on the radio so I drove home singing
along to Ivor Biggun songs. I took a little diversion on my way to find one or
two specific features of geological interest that I could include in my
Earthcache write-up. I found something that should do the trick; but for the
most part rocks are on the dull side.
I collected the dogs, and took them up to the woods for a
walk. Usually we walk round Kings Wood fairly early in the day, and there is a
reason for that. Generally speaking, the later in the day we go, the more “normal
people” we meet.
Within yards of starting our walk today we met a group of “special
people” and their carers. Some of them were making strange howling noises
which fortunately the dogs ignored. But Morgan made the mistake of looking at
one of them and this one went absolutely mental; constantly shrieking “it’s
looking at me, it’s looking at me”. One of the carers looked at me in a
pointed sort of way. I looked back, asked “seriously?” and we kept
walking. I didn’t want to hang around, bearing in mind that one of these carer-types
once attacked Pogo with a
length of bramble and then reported us to the police because his “special
one” was frightened.
We had a good walk round the woods; we met other dog
walkers; some chatted, others blanked us. And as we came back to the car park
so we had another “episode”. The one who had supposedly been so scared
of Morgan erlier came running out of the car park at us making strange howling
noises. When he got to within five yards of us he loudly announced “oh my
God oh my God” and ran back to the car park. He then turned, and ran at us
again making strange noises until he got close enough for the “oh my God oh
my God” to start again. And so this continued until I got the dogs into the
car boot. As I tried to give them a treat so this one was alternately sticking his
head into the car’s boot making odd noises and then running away.
Bearing in mind the last time I had any dealings like this
I ended up with a load of paperwork from the
police I thought it best to just ignore what was going on, and
hope it would all soon go away.
It did.
As the “special one” was driven away by the carer so
I saw another dog walker coming out of the woods. “Thank f… they’ve gone”
the chap exclaimed. Apparently they’d had an episode as well.
We came home where I re-wrote the verbals for my pending
Earthcache, put the finishing touches to my plans for my geo-meet planned for
March, and dozed
underneath a pile of dogs until “er indoors TM” went
bowling.
I cracked on with ironing shirts until she came home twenty
minutes later having totally forgotten that this week is half-term and they don’t
do bowling at half-term.
Once the washing machine finishes I’ll hang the laundry
round the radiators and have an early night.
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