The kebab didn’t sit well at all last night; I lay awake
with stomach ache for hour after hour. I eventually got up hoping that some
toast night settle it. As I scoffed toast I peered into the Internet.
I had yet another dubious friend request on
Facebook. After so many of the “wipe-clean” and “chest-brandishing”
variety, this one was from a rather demure-looking young lady. At first sight
she looked like the sort that your mother would be pleased to see you bringing
home.
Sadly, in her Facebook profile she tells the world that she
is a “free sexo prostitutes”, and she has a web site. I considered
clicking on the link, but my anti-virus suggested I shouldn’t.
There wasn’t a lot else going on on-line.
I took the dogs up to the woods for our morning
constitutional. We did our usual circuit of the woods. As we walked I noticed
something – a tick was crawling over Treacle’s head. A horrible great big
thing. I flicked it off before it had time to latch on.
I collect their tick collars from the vet tomorrow.
Yesterday we met loads of people as we walked; today it was
off-road cyclists. All friendly and civil… just loads of them. We got back to
the car park to find loads of people gathering. Clearly an organized group was
getting together. I asked who they were – apparently the Leeds Valley Walkers.
It struck me that the most noticeable thing about them was that with over
thirty people along, not one had a dog.
We came home. Bellies were washed, and Bailey had a more
substantial scrub as she’d been rolling in something disgusting. And then I had
something of a (relatively) lazy day. With “er indoors TM”
at the office today I put washing in to scrub, did the ironing, hung out
washing, put more in to scrub… all in between watching “The English Game” on
Netflix; a rather good drama about football in the late nineteenth century.
As I watched telly and ironed the doorbell rang. My long
service award from work had arrived. A Lego train set which may well form the
centerpiece of a re-vamped Lego layout in the attic room, and the Lego piano. That
will keep me busy.
Despite a relatively lazy day I’ve still cleared nearly
twelve thousand steps today. Mind you one thing I didn’t do today was to vote.
Today was the election for Kent’s police commissioner. There’s no denying that
I have absolutely no confidence in the local police. During the current
incumbent’s term I’ve been told by a serving policeman that it is perfectly
acceptable for members of the public to whip my dogs with brambles (after an episode in
Orlestone), and the police flatly refused to get
involved when “Stormageddon
– Bringer of Destruction TM”’s father was knocked off his bike
and run over; despite the whole thing recorded on dashcam.
However what is the alternative? The Liberal Democrat
candidate says a lot of words without actually saying anything, and the Labour
candidate is sticking to Labour’s standard party line of “vote for us – we
aren’t as bad as the others”. I considered going up to the voting office
and drawing a great big knob on the ballot paper (I’ve done that before!)
but thought better of it.
I’m hoping for a better night tonight…
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