Just Another Monday

Just another Monday then, minus David Bowie of course. OMG. It was bad enough losing Lemmy last week. That said David, it’s a hell of a way to promote your new album and I jest not. That is what he’s actually done.

The weather, perhaps appropriately, is back to greyness.

Companies hardly come more annoying than Microsoft but this latest 'Active View' thing of theirs that they’ve added to emails where it turns a link into a snippet of the article with a photo is really annoying. Problem is you have no control over the sender’s account so you have to put up with it. L’s Hotmail/Outlook account has been infested with it, hopefully I’ll at least be able to get that one turned off somehow.

L swims and has to battle with some ‘super speedy large bearded bloke’. So she hit him in the face with her pull-buoy. That's my girl. She claims it was accidental but she would say that wouldn’t she. I do it all the time and I’m sure he took it in his stride.

At the dentist tonight or rather the hygienist, doing what the dentist used to do. Now dentists just charge you to look in your mouth, doing something is extra and preferably by someone else. The appointment goes smoothly, apart from the usual (ignored) demands to floss, but the waiting to pay afterwards takes ages and I run out of time to get my own swim in.

Derby draw Manchester United in the Cup at home. It would have been nice to have got a big team to test our reserves against but it is what it is. They’ll have to do.

(Monday 11^th January)

My Poor Girl's In Need Of Some Attention

It’s a miserable day and L says it's one of those days when you'd rather still be tucked up in bed. I can’t disagree with that.

At work, our mice have moved on and munched someone’s headphones. I make a mental note to shut mine in a draw this evening.

At lunch time I take my bike in for a service. It’s around two years and five thousand miles since its last service. So the poor girl's in need of some attention. The shop give her a disapproving sideways glance but still take her off me. They say they'll ring me...

They ring back later and say it’s going to be expensive. Why did I know they were going to say that?

England are poised to beat the Aussies at cricket and in Australia. Their star man Alistair Cook, who’s been racking up the runs, reveals he’s keen to get the job done and return home to Floss... This sets the media off in a right tizzy. Cook’s girlfriend is called Alice but no one seems willing to ask him the obvious question about who Floss is. Has Cook put his foot in it and inadvertently let slip that’s he’s got a bit on the side waiting for him in Blighty? It’s so very odd of our media to be so un-prying.



Then the answer comes from England’s press office. Floss is his dog. Ahhhh. Bless. Well until it turns out it’s a bloody collie. They get everywhere.

The furore about Deepdale Duck intensifies, sent for the early bath against Derby at the weekend, as Sheffield United mascot Captain Blade comes out in support.



MD’s back at school tonight as dog training resumes after the Christmas break. He’s in good form and good voice.

(Wednesday 5th January)