I wasn’t feeling on top form last night, and I slept
through for ten hours. I woke with a bit of a sore throat and a mild headache.
I suspect I’ve picked up the bug that “er indoors TM” has
been suffering with this week. She says she caught it from Darcie
WaaWaa TM” but I won’t hear a word said against my
favourite lady.
I made toast and had my usual look at the Internet.
Today quite a few people were posting that they were feeling rather sad on the
run-up to Christmas having lost loved ones. I wish there was something I could
say to help these people…
With brekkie scoffed I took the dogs up to the woods.
You could see we’d had serious winds recently – there wasn’t a single leaf left
on any of the deciduous trees, and quite a lot of branches of evergreens were
down as well. As we walked we met a few other people near the car park. One
chap couldn’t hurry away quick enough as he said there was a spotty dog
following him of which he was clearly terrified. We didn’t see any spotty dogs.
But as always once away from the car park area we only
saw one person in three and a half miles. A jogger who made me laugh. She
stopped and chatted and asked (with a smile) if I felt like her in that
she’d been running for miles, not seen anyone else for ages, and on seeing me
immediately felt resentful wondering who that bald bloke was to think he could
walk in her personal woods. I agreed entirely. We too walk for miles and see so
few other people that it might as well be our own woods.
As we walked I kept a close eye on Bailey. She shivers
at Dog Club, and in the afternoons when the heating isn’t on. But she didn’t
shiver at all when we were walking. Strange…
We came home where I washed mud from bellies and paws,
and fox poo from backs. Well, from one back. Bailey.
After a cuppa I popped to Tesco for a bit of shopping.
Tesco was hard work. Unlike the Tesco in Pembury yesterday, people were looking
where they were going today. But I struggled; if only they could lay the store
out in the same order as “er indoors TM” had
written my shopping list.
But I did have fun with one rather posh looking woman. As I
reached for a jar of cheapo jam she was picking up a jar of jam costing six
times the price. “Rich Lady?!” I commented, and after a little chat
about how I’m a poor pensioner I shamed her into buying a jar of the cheap
stuff.
I hope she likes it. I do.
I then spent an hour or so going through rotas. I think
management might have short-changed me on hours. Mind you when I say “think”
I probably mean “hope”. After an hour I sent an email which will
probably have some poor secretary spending a day to show that their sums are
right and mine are wrong.
I wrote up today’s Advent story, wrote up some
CPD, and by the time I’d had a shower the afternoon was
gone.
After I’d watched today’s episode of Downton Abbey (in
which Mr. Bates did for Mr. Green) “er indoors TM” boiled
up a very good bit of scoff which we washed down with a bottle of pinot grigio.
I was going to say “sadly a grim bottle of pinot grigio”, but I’ve never
had any other type of pinot grigio.
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