I had an alarm set, and so didn't sleep very well. It
didn't help that every time I moved about “er indoors TM” told
Morgan off. Poor pup.
I gave up trying to sleep, got up and made toast which I
scoffed whilst watching an episode of "Everyone Else Burns".
In today's episode our hero had to fend off the amorous advances of a fellow
congregant. Shortly after we moved away
from Hastings I heard that an old friend from our old church had a similar
issue with the (female) organist wanting to get lesbidacious with his
wife. Personally I would see that as a result, but things are different when
you are a religious nut.
I had a quick look at the Internet. It would seem a nephew
has got a new girlfriend. It must be difficult being young these days. Pretty
much everyone that nephews and nieces hook up with seem to come with children
from previous relationships.
As I watched telly and Facebook-stalked a prospective
niece-in-law I could hear strange noises coming from next door. Last week I
mentioned how she gets up really early every day. Quite often she makes strange
noises before six o’clock - a sort of series of grunting-coughing sounds.
Perhaps she does some sort of exercise?
I drove to work listening to what I can only describe as
utter drivel on the radio. It was so bad I found myself listening in disbelief
that something so dire warranted being played on national radio. There was some
idiot waxing loquacious about how wonderful clear food packaging is because you
can see what you are getting, and was trying to make out that tins were a
complete rip-off as anything might be inside a tin and you would never know
until you bought it and opened it.
This was followed by an interview with a farmer in the deep
south of America who was talking about how the seasons are very different to
how he remembered them as a child. He said that he used to go fishing for
crayfish in the local swamps when he was a lad; these days no one dares go near
because of the alligators. He got very aggressive when anyone suggested this
might be global warming in action.
Just as I got to work “er indoors TM” sent
a message. Bailey had blown. Twice. Yesterday someone had posted on the Dog
Club Facebook page saying their pup had been ill when they got home, and
someone else had posted that there was a bug going round giving dogs iffy guts.
My lot have iffy enough guts already without bugs helping them along. Last
night Morgan was rather squitty, this morning Bailey was throwing up; perhaps
they have got a bug.
I did my bit at work. Last Sunday was a rather bright day
and I sulked because I had to work. Today was rather overcast; I don't mind
working on days like that. Even if I was far busier than I expected to be. I
blame all these ill people.
But an early start made for an early finish. Over the
summer we could take the dogs out after an early shift; this time of year I
barely get home before the light starts fading.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a very
good bit of scran. Spicy pork chops, cauliflower cheese, and a large lump of
trifle. Oh yus!! As we scoffed it we
watched this evening’s episode of “Lego Masters: Australia”. I’d love to
have a go at the amount of Lego the contestants get to play with.
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