I slept like a log last night finally waking ten minutes
before the alarm was due to go off. I made toast and wondered if I’d missed
much on-line overnight. I hadn’t really. This morning’s petty squabbles were odd.
Someone in a hospital in America had posted a photograph of something rather huge
that had been pulled out someone else’s bum. The squabble was about the ethics
of posting photos of work-related things on-line. I post work related things
from time to time on another blog, but make
sure everything is anonymous. The object pulled from someone’s bum was utterly
anonymous. It couldn’t be traced to anyone at all, but still people wanted to
argue.
And someone else commented on the old Russian submarine
currently rotting in the river Medway calling it a “nice saw”. Others
immediately showed this person the error of his ways by pointing out he meant “eye
saw”. Personally I thought the submarine was an eyesore, but what do I
know?
I munzed and wordled, and we got ready for the off.
We drove round to Repton. As we drove Steve was on the
radio doing the “Guess the Lyrics” competition. Some lyrics I’d never
heard of came from the Yazoo song “Don’t Go” which I thought I knew
rather well.
Dog club was fun; if a tad cold. We had several new dogs
along. One didn’t last very long though. The dog was getting on famously when
one of the long-standing members arrived. New woman announced that her dog
doesn’t get on with the established member, and after five minutes of her dog
and its supposed enemy utterly ignoring each other, the new woman went home. Oh
well…
Everyone else seemed to have a whale of a time though.
As we drove home I got the “Mystery Year”
competition on the radio wrong. Michael Fagin sitting on the Queen’s bed? I
thought it was 1983. I was one year out.
Last week after Dog Club we had almond croissants with a
cuppa. For all that the almonds are good for blood pressure, the croissant bit
is a tad high in calories. Rather than an almond croissant I had a biccie at
five hundred calories less.
As Steve played on the radio I cracked on with my Kings
Wood geo-project. I re-wrote the two multi-wherigos that I’m planning to put
out. That took a while.
“er indoors TM” went off shopping
and returned with "Darcie WaaWaa TM” who was having a
sleepover. We had a great afternoon in which she played with the Lego and the toy
cars and the plastic dinosaurs and all the other toys, and told me I wasn’t
allowed to play with anything.
And she marched into the kitchen and squealed me up to “er
indoors TM” when I put her phone onto charge.
After dinner she nodded off, and as she slept so we watched
the final of “The Traitors”. It was a rather good show. I won’t say who
won, but I will say that the people I didn’t like got chucked out a long time
ago.
“er indoors TM” and littlun are
both in the attic room together with Bailey and Treacle. Me and Morgan are staying
downstairs where it is quiet… for now.
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