Fogged Off

Wiggle have received L’s squeaky shoes and have refunded me. I wonder what they do with them?

Perhaps they send them to one of those charities asking for shoes for Africa or wherever it is they send them.

Could be loads of people squeaking along the banks of the Nile as we speak.

It is still misty but I’m looking forward to a spot of foggy dogging. L will endeavour not to get lost in the mist on a run in Derby.

As it happens I’m not surprised that dog training is fogged off. L’s run also doesn’t take place.

I try to make the most of having the car by heading to Borrowash for a much needed haircut but they are not even open. Monday is early closing apparently. Having taken so long to get there due to the terrible traffic it’s now too late to swim because they will shut at 7pm and it’ll be at least 6.30pm before I could even get there.

I chuck a few balls instead and then pick L up from Ockbrook.

(Monday 2^nd November)

The Ketchup Is Off Limits

At least my phone is working again now. I think. My Father keeps texting me the same message over and over again, so perhaps he’s still having problems.

Apparently some woman’s boyfriend squirted her with brown sauce because she refused to stop reading ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’.

Sadly we’re all out of brown sauce here and L has made it clear her ketchup is off limits, so Henderson’s Relish it is then. Seriously though, who the hell takes someone to court for squirting sauce at them? I think they should both stop bothering other people with their own inadequacies.

A pub lunch and then more dog training tonight, outdoors... I needed the pint to fortify myself against the expected rain, which actually manages to hold off.

Then home to give Daughter another lesson in internet banking. During which she disappears for a few minutes to find the paper work and leaves me listening to Africa by Toto. I can’t believe she has her own hold music.

(Thursday 12th July)