I wasn’t awake quite as early as yesterday, but I was still
awake earlier than I might have liked. I got up, opened today’s window on the
Advent Calendar, and watched another episode of “The Empress” in which
our heroine again got them out and did the dirty deed. This time it was an
al-fresco portion which saved the scriptwriters a few minutes of effort.
Facebook was dull, but I had an email today. Two weeks ago
I emailed three local councilors to whinge about the local traffic wardens who
were ticketing cars parked on yellow lines around road works in a temporarily
closed street whilst ignoring parking mayhem at the shops near home. I finally
got a reply saying that the traffic wardens don’t have any discretion in
issuing tickets. I’ve told her that if that is the case why to they go for the
easy targets but not ticket the ones causing the obstructions.
I sent out birthday wishes too. A Facebook friend is thirty
today. Thirty – I remember when she was ten when at Teston kite festival. If
asked I would have said she was probably in her late teens. Where do the years
go?
I munzed, I wordled and we set off to Dog Club. Attendance
was noticeably down on last week, but despite the rain and the high winds we
still had fourteen dogs along. It was a shame that Morgan got a bit
over-excited. Two minutes muzzle time soon calmed him, and after that he was
good. Whenever things kicked off he would make a point of backing off and being
on the sidelines.
As we drove home we listened to Steve on the radio. Having
completely drawn a blank on the guess the lyrics competition I eventually got
the mystery year competition. Was it 1968? Was it 1973? Chuck Berry’s
ding-a-ling was 1972. Steve also gave the Dog Club a plug on the radio, which
was good. I wonder if we will get any new members through it?
Once home “er indoors TM” gave
the dogs a warming shower whilst I popped up the road to see if Mukki had any
pastries. I came home with almond croissants which went well with a cuppa.
As I scoffed and guzzled I counted up the Dog Club money.
Every two weeks I count up the money in the pot, pocket it and transfer that
amount (plus our subs) into the bank account of the people whose field
we use. Today I transferred over fifty quid.
What with not getting in till late this evening I posted up
today’s Advent Calendar story, then set
off to work.
I set off to work a tad earlier than I might. Steve was on
the radio telling of local road closures because of the high winds so I didn't
want to take any chances. I don't like driving in heavy rain and the wind was
gusting at over fifty miles per hour. I listened to Steve read out the wrong
train times (from the previous hour), and then the reception got a tad
iffy so I turned to Ivor Biggun songs and sang along to those for the rest of
my journey.
I got to work with enough time to go to the works canteen.
People often joke about hospital food; in my experience the
stuff ain't bad. Tandoori cod, chips, apple pie and custard all for less than
six quid.
Work was much the same as ever on a Saturday afternoon.
Arguably a tad busy just for little old me on my own. As I worked I had a
message - “er indoors TM” had destroyed the shower.
I'm not sure what she expected me to do from twenty five miles away. I
suggested a plumber. Ten minutes later she sent the news that she'd fixed it
herself. She's quite handy with the plumbing; she fixed the chodbin a while ago
what I'd all but given up on it.
After an hour or so I had messages about Darcie WaaWaa TM”
who was having a little sleepover with us. Having spent the afternoon scoffing
crisps and various snacks she wasn't hungry and wouldn’t eat her dinner. “er
indoors TM” wasn't best pleased. I was told that my
dinner would be that which littlun hadn't eaten; I distinctly formed the
impression that littlun's misdemeanours were somehow my fault. Not that she can
do any wrong.
I came home to mayhem…
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