With “er indoors TM” and the
dogs up in the attic bedroom with Darcie WaaWaa TM” I
had an excellent night’s sleep. I even went to the loo at five o’clock and
didn’t have to fight for bed space when I came back.
I eventually got up at half past eight and managed to shave
in peace before everyone came down. We attempted brekkie. I scoffed toast;
littlun and Nannie (no longer Grandma!?) put on YouTube for Kids and
watched a succession of videos in which littlun soon got bored. We eventually
settled on videos of the Meowmi Family and videos
about Stranger Danger which I thought were a sad indictment of today’s society.
On Thursday when we were up the woods we met the little dachshund Whisper and
her family. The little boy started talking to me about dogs. We had a good
chat, and Whisper came to Dog Club yesterday. I don’t deny some strangers are
dodgy, but most aren’t. I can remember going round the park years ago and a
small child chattering to me. Grandmother hurried over and told the kid not to
talk to strangers. The kid replied that I wasn’t a stranger, I was the man with
Fudge-dog.
Sadly, initial efforts to feed littlun were largely
unsuccessful. Like her mother at her age, littlun eats very little. There was
talk of a bowl of choco-thingies, but only talk. Eventually she set about a
packet of iced gems whislt sitting on the sofa with me. I found the less fuss I
made about her eating, the more she ate.
As we scoffed iced gems and toast I peered into the
Internet. And got cross. Having clicked on that which she wouldn’t and
downloaded something iffy, a friend’s mother has handed the family’s tablet to
the police and turned off the router. Permanently.
And a friend took his dog to the emergency vet overnight
and was asking for people to pray for his dog. How does that work? Presumably
an all-knowing god already knows about the dog? It seems to me that prayer
might be one of the bravest acts there is. Given that there is a supreme being
with a plan for the universe (which is open to debate!), praying for a
change to this plan is tantamount to telling Big G that its plan’s not as good
as it might be. It would take a brave person to hint to the almighty that it
has made a balls-up…
We took littlun and the dogs up to the park for a walk. We
went past the road works in Christchurch Road. The road is closed and a deep
hole has been dug, which has made several parking spaces unavailable. Residents
have parked on double yellow lines and adjacent to the road works but weren’t
obstructing anyone or anything, but had been given parking tickets. At the same
time less than a hundred yards away there was parking mayhem where people weren’t
so much parking as abandoning their cars to do their shopping in Princes or get
a haircut from the barber, and the traffic wardens continued do nothing about
it as they have done for years. Am I being unfair in wondering if traffic
wardens are picking easy targets?
Once we’d walked a rather uneventful walk I emailed the
local councilors suggesting that perhaps traffic wardens might be trained to
use a little discretion, leave those cars which aren’t causing a problem and
deal with those that are. The problem was on the border of two local wards so I
emailed all councilors involved. I suspect everyone will say it is everyone
else’s problem, but now’s their chance to prove me wrong.
We watched more YouTube, then I took myself off to bed for
the afternoon. Littlun made too much noise for me to get much sleep, but after
a couple of hours it was time for “er indoors TM” to
take her home. I thought I might have got some sleep then, but Bailey cried
pathetically.
I’m off to the night shift soon. Originally I was down to
be doing the early shift, but a colleague wanted to swap, and I got a day with
littlun.
I’d forgotten what hard work she can be…
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