Who Needs Duct Tape?

The bed does arrive, as planned, at 7am which disrupts our usual early regime.

Yesterday it was Sugar Daddies, today it’s 50 Shades, as the Nottingham Post attempts to keep up with the Daily Mail (aka the BBC).

I'm surprised B&Q are not taking rope and duct tape totally off the shelves on Health and Safety grounds. Personally I’ve just had an extra-long curtain pole and some hoover bags delivered to work. The possibilities are endless. Who needs duct tape?

I go to dog training tonight rather than tomorrow because the potential for new recruits turning up with fistfuls of tenners is higher this evening. It is my solemn duty to collect money from these women and then pass it through my own bank account into the club account. It sounds a bit like money laundering and Paypal have actually accused of this due to the amount we’ve passed through them recently.

Meanwhile I have to listen to the big top of the table clash, Derby going head to head with league leaders Bournemouth, on the radio. It ends in a 2-2 draw.

(Tuesday 10^th February)

Book Addicts

I have just half a day at work then I’m off to Catton Park to finish setting up for this weekend’s dog show.

L’s boss takes her to Waterstones. He doesn’t seem to appreciate that this is not the way to deal with addicts? Turns out he needs assistance, as he’s too shy to buy his Daughter ‘that book’. So L does it for him.

Talking of Daughters, I’m getting texts complaining about the mess in the new student household in Sheffield. Daughter has apparently hoovered twice in two days.... do I know this child?

I do loads at Catton and then as they have plenty of volunteers to park caravans I head home. After pitching our tent that is, as we’ll be camping there ourselves for the rest of the weekend. Unfortunately I volunteer to be there early tomorrow to do the car parking.

(Thursday 26th July)

Darker

For some reason, perhaps known only to myself and to L who said I should, I’ve started ’50 Shades Darker’. Oh my.

Although Daughter is wanting to read it too and I might have to hand it over when we see her at the weekend. No pressure. Well actually, yes no pressure, there’s not a chance in hell of me finishing it by this weekend.

I am set for an evening of fence building at the site of our dog show next week but then I’m not, as the fencing people cannot now deliver until Thursday. So I’m recruited to spray paint the grass instead, otherwise known as marking out camping pitches.

(Tuesday 17th July)