I woke this morning with
the feeling of pressure on my chest. I opened my eyes very slightly
to see "Furry Face TM" laying on
me with his nose not six inches from mine. I feigned sleep for as
long as I could fool him, and for ten minutes or so he continued to
watch me in hawk-like fashion. But the moment I let slip that I
wasn't asleep he embarked on a licking frenzy.
I was somewhat amazed to
find it was nearly 8.30am; I'd woken over two hours later than usual.
but I had no real reason to be up early. Today was a day's holiday. I
didn't really need or want the day off but bearing in mind it's "use
it ot lose it", I used it.
After a swift bit of
brekkie I took "Furry Face TM" for
a walk. It was a cold day; we took the back streets to Singleton Lake
where he stole another dog's ball, and then as we came home through
the park he picked a fight with the various hounds of OrangeHead's
hangers-on.
Once home I put laundry
into the washing machine and popped round to B&Q. As I went to
pay for my light bulbs, a rather obnoxious old git (in B&Q
uniform) was having a serious row with a customer. From what I
could see the customer was clearly in the right, and the old git (in
B&Q uniform) wasn't accustomed to being in the wrong. As the
customer stormed off in disgust, the old git (in B&Q uniform)
shouted "Bloody ignorant" after her. In a spirit of
wickedness I told the chap that if he was going to be openly obnxious
it's not a good idea to do so in works uniform with his name badge
obviously on display. He then started ranting again; knowing that my
work was done I left before his blood pressure hit quadruple
figures.
I hadn't been home long
when the door bell rang. Postie had delivered my new shoes. He asked
if I'd take a parcel for the nutty neighbours. and before I could say
anything he said that if he were in my position he wouldn't do
anything for them. He then told me that he's sick of trying to
deliver to them; he knocks on the door and can see them inside
watching him through the window but refusing to answer his knocking.
Postie then went on his
way without waiting for my answer. Not that I would have taken their
parcel anyway.
I then planned to spend
an hour or so working on my next Wheri-project. I actually spent six
hours on it; the time just flew by. And with "er indoors TM"
off candle-mongering I settled downn in front of the telly with my
dog and watched the last two episodes (so far) of "Game
of Thrones". The penultimate one was crap; fifty minutes of
fighting between a bunch of savages who no one cares about and a
strange monastic order made up of all the dull characters exiled
from the rest of the plot for being too dull. The final episode was
odd. Nudey DragonGirl had the cob because her dragons were getting
out of hand, but after four complete seasons she still seems to have
nothing at all to dowith the plot. Sir Looks-Like-a-Girl had a fight.
The dwarf chap (who's the best character in it) shot his
father whilst he was in Trap One; and suddenly zombies, giants and
elves have sprung up from nowhere.
I think that
(realistically) I need to watch the entire lot again from the
beginning before season five airs in the spring...
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