I slept well again, and “er indoors TM” had
turned her alarm off too. Bonus.
I made toast and had a look at the internet. One of
the sci-fi pages I follow on Facebook had a picture of a compilation of lots of
robots from various science fiction films and shows. You wouldn’t believe the
squabbling it provoked about whether or not a dalek is or isn’t a robot. And
one of the local Facebook pages featured photos of cats crapping on someone’s
lawn. Some local idiot was fed up with cat turds and had decided to shame his
neighbours. As if a cat would give a shit (figuratively; we know they do
literally).
I Munzed, unlocking a Qrate as one does. I Wordled
from “turds” through “spank” and “copse” before ending
with “wispy” (for the simple reason that it was the only word that I
could think of).
As I Munzed so “er indoors TM” stood
over Bailey trying to get her to eat. We’ve realized that when I’m at work she
eats her all of brekkie, but when I’m home she doesn’t. She’s too preoccupied
with the thought of going out.
Today
she ate maybe half of her brekkie before going into the hallway (where the
leads are kept) where she quite openly started the queue for walkies.
As
I drove the dogs down to Orlestone so the pundits on the radio were
interviewing Rick Wakeman about the late David Bowie. The claim was made that
David Bowie was the first person to ask if there was life on Mars… and this was
presented as a serious proposition.
We
got to Orlestone where there were quite a few cars in the car park. The frankly
odd bloke was again sitting in his car shouting a running commentary into his
phone. We left him to it. Foragers were foraging, and there were quite a few
dogs being walked. A mile into the woods and they were still on their leads.
One woman gave us the evil glare as we walked past. People like her boil my
piss. If you won’t let your dogs run and you aren’t happy watching other dogs doing
what dogs do, why not walk the streets of the town where dogs *will* be
on leads.
Winter
must be coming – I wore a jumper as we walked for the first time in months.
We
came home where I showered the fox poo off of Bailey. I wrote up some CPD, and set
off to the late shift. As I drove I listened to more of the audiobook of “All
Quiet on the Western Front”. I’ve seen the film a few times relatively
recently but have not read the book for years. I’d forgotten how profoundly
depressing it was. I’m tempted to give up with it.
And
the day was effectively done by the time I rolled into work at mid day…
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