“er indoors TM” was
telling Bailey what a good dog she was last night, so I suppose that’s a step
in the right direction. I got up, “er indoors TM” set
off to work. I made toast and had a look-see to find out what I’d missed
overnight.
As I turned on my laptop so there was a message on the
Whatsapp work group. Having met traffic jams on the way to nursery a colleague
was running ten minutes late. Had that been in my old place of work there would
have been people queueing up to tell the boss that someone was late. On arrival
the one who was late would have been taken straight into the boss’s office for
twenty minutes to have a time-wasting talking-to. And then they would have to
be made up at the end of the day (*not* cutting lunch hour short as would be
sensible) and the people on the late shift would be under orders to make a
note of what time the offender actually left. All of which in a workplace
claiming to have a formal zero tolerance of bullying. I’m so glad I left that
place. In retrospect I should have gone years earlier.
Facebook excelled itself this morning. Just recently
it has been suggesting people I might like to add to my friends list. Today it
suggested a
concrete manufacturer.
I had a look at the humane rat trap. Overnight
something had gone inside, had the bait, and come out again without triggering
it. There are those who would say that this is what you get when you buy the
cheapest one there is on Amazon and I suspect they would be right.
The weather was brighter than it might have been so I
took the dogs out. As I drove there was an
interview with God on the radio. Or some nutter from
Manchester claiming to be God. Apparently he’s living with some woman and is
running a community of seemingly harmless nutters. Had I been interviewing him
I would have asked some rather more difficult questions… Perhaps this bloke
really is God and he’s offered the interviewer the Moon on a stick (quite
literally!) to go easy on him.
We got to the woods and found heavy snow. I say “heavy
snow”; as Albert (Einstein) once remarked “everything’s relative”.
My friends in Sweden and Canada and America and Scotland would laugh, but when
you only get snow a couple of times a year and it is remarkable to see it lay,
having a couple of inches of the stuff counts as heavy.
Having no snow at all at home, two inches of the stuff
at the woods was something of a surprise. Had I known, the dogs would have worn
their coats. But we pressed on. The snow in the woods was patchy; quite thick
in some places, icy in other places, and melted away entirely where the sun had
got through. The pups seemed quite amazed by it, and you wouldn’t believe how
much mud can be concealed by a light sprinkling of snow. I had intended to take
one of our shorter walks, but the dogs were having fun and before I realised
it, we were at the furthest point of what is one of our standard four-mile
walks.
Seeing where we were I took the short cut back to the
car.
I took a few photos of the dogs in the
snow.
We came home where I washed paws and bellies, did dog
brekkie, and soon all three were fast asleep. So tired that no one attempted to
attack the Hoover as I ran round with it.
I put a load of washing in to scrub then sparked up
Netflix. I watched an episode of “Victoria” as I scoffed a bit of
dinner, then watched the last episode of “Victoria” as I did some
ironing. That had been a rather good show. I then found myself at something of
a loss. What to watch next… Netflix suggested I might like to
watch “65”; a film in which some astronaut
crashes his spaceship on a planet filled with dinosaurs. I turned off half way
through; it was crap. Netflix also suggested I might like to watch “Scavengers Reign”. It too was about
people crashing spaceships, and it too was crap.
I wrote up some CPD, changed the blog picture, looked
at some geo-puzzles then sorted dinner. “er indoors TM” had
left me a pizza which was easy enough to cook (or so I had been told). Bearing
in mind that of the worst came to the worst I could take it round
to “My
Boy TM” and have ”Auntie Chel TM” cook
it, I had a go. It boiled up easily enough.
I gave the dogs their dinner and scoffed mine whilst
watching the first episode of “Poldark”.
I can remember liking that in the past but I can remember a lot more heaving
bosoms than it seems to have at the moment.
“er indoors TM” should
be home soon. I don’t want her to think I’ve done nothing other than sit on my
bum today, but to be honest that is about all I’ve done. There’s loads I could
do in the gardens, but it is too cold outside.
Oh – I’ve finally got the report from the
electrician’s visit of ten days ago. I’ve sent it on to the insurance company… Let’s
see what happens next.
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