I went to the loo in the small hours and Bailey wanted
to go downstairs with me. I thought she wanted a widdle; she just wanted to
play silly beggars in the dark garden. I eventually rounded her up but by the
time I got back to my pit most of the bed space had been commandeered by other
dogs. Conspiracy? Possibly.
I then dozed as best I could on the six inches of the
edge of the bed.
I made toast and had a look at the Internet as I do.
There was a lot of talk about the gangs
of masked thugs who blockaded Dover and Portsmouth
last weekend. The various fascist political parties are claiming that this was
a legitimate protest against illegal immigrants in small boats… So why blockade
the ferries? Why not go to the beaches (Pett Level for one) where they
regularly come ashore?
And there was quite a bit of flat Earth bollox being
posted. Some people really do believe that the Earth is flat.
I took the dogs out. Being limited for time we went to
Orlestone where there was some odd bloke sitting in his car in the car park.
He’s often there… you have to wonder what the attraction of sitting in the car
park is.
Morgan
rolled in something disgusting, Treacle and Pogo went in a swamp, Bailey went
rogue in the undergrowth and at the three-quarters point Pogo ran in terror
from a small spaniel.
Some
of our walks are more eventful than others.
We
came home. Over a cuppa I Munzed, and Wordled from “swamp” through “frisk”
to “burst” on the third attempt, and then I got ready for work.
I
can’t say I was keen on going to work today. The carpal tunnel nonsense was
sending tingling up my left forearm. Monday’s gardening had done for my right
elbow, and there was a constant ringing of tinnitus in my ears. There are those
who pull a sickie if they so much as fart twice, but I’ve never been one for
pulling a sickie.
On my way I popped into Sainsburys to get a sandwich.
As I queued the chap in front of me had a phone sim card in his shopping, and
was explaining to another shopper what a phone sim card was. He wasn't making a
very good job of explaining it, and a passing member of Sainsbury's staff came
over to explain. This chap loudly announced that a sim card was a wonderful
thing which gave your phone a different number to its usual one. He went on so
(rather proudly) say that he had a second sim card which he used for
making prank phone calls.
I went into work and did my bit. The carpal tunnel
thingy which was giving me grief earlier played up for pretty much all of the
shift. But at tea break I played some more Meowdoku… and got to level two
thousand. Perhaps I should find something more constructive on which to waste
my time?
As I’d driven in to work so I came to the end of my
Adrian Mole MP3s. I've not got the last book in MP3 format; it is on my wish
list. So I started listening to "Brideshead Revisited" read by
Sir John Gielgud on the way home. Ideally I would have preferred Jeremy Irons,
but I got this version for free, and something for nothing is never a bad thing,
or so I thought…
The audiobook I’ve got isn’t so much “abridged”
as “edited highlights”; there is so much that has been left out. I’m
about half an hour into the audiobook I’ve got. Knowing the story almost off by
heart I think that I would actually be over an hour in if listening to a
complete version.
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