It's me not 'er. M was home before me today, never believe all of this overworked business, late hours etc, all stuff and nonsense. Far from wanting to blog, she has tied me to the pooter in an attempt to get some sage comments down. Well, today I tore around the district chasing my butt for no real purpose. It clears the carbon from an otherwise understressed engine and gives me a chance to listen to loud music a la Jeremy Clarkson. I put the grotty diesel ute through its paces, tear arse around senic country lanes never certain as to what is around the corner. Is it a cow, a dog, a flock of sheep? No, it is nothing again. All too soon the mobile goes and I'm off to where I started to pick up some poor pooch that has wandered from where it should be. I was even stopped by the plods today! The indignity of it! A woman officer had me out of the car spread eagled on the floor hands on my head with a Glock pointed at the nape of my neck whilst demanding that without moving, I produce my drivers licence. Over the top I thought, she then went on to explain that they had had problems with tear away school kids driving home with friends in the car. A distinct no no. To think I was nearly in traffic, I spit on the memory! Sorry Bill if you read this, I know that there are some decent chaps and chapesses out there, yourself included but she didn't even request a strip search or anything even slightly rude or revolting! What are the police coming to? I will add that she wasn't too young looking either so I don't think that plods look younger than the average members of the public as seems to happen in the UK.
Enough drivel. I think I have caused a huge domestic in Te Aroha today. Doggy trouble, you know, the old custody issue. In this case however, I think it was more a case of who didn't want the dog and the level of scullduggery was something else. The contestants in 'Survivor' couldn't be as devious I'm sure. Anyhow, yours truly had a struggle with the nasty creature and I was all for a trip to the vets when various things started to pop in my head about the circumstances and I contacted the registered owner. All sorted and pooch with mummy. Mummy is going to sort it in the near future. I nearly asked when she was going to torch the old dears house but thought better of it.
I so nearly had a full house today in the pound too. I keep trying to persuade the boss that we should get bonuses for keeping the pound full, but he won't have it. I suppose even an all expenses paid trip to Waharoa on safari would be out of the question too. Anyway, I guess you now have a pretty good idea of my day by now so, I'll cut the nonsense.
Whilst having morning tea with non other than Helen Clark and her whole cabinet... Sorry.
It's a bit like watching the Bill really, I can give you the good bits in a very short space of time but you will never see the paperwork and slog involved! Nothing very exciting happened today, I did do all of the above but just take out some of the more exciting sequences. No, leave that bit, and that one too! Well I thought it was fun. Then home to reality and kids. They have been surprisingly reasonable today. No major huffs etc. Mexican for supper, he spat while frizzling in the pan. In the kitchen too!
Well, I've run out of prosac now so before I get maudling, I'll sign off. Take care out there and remember, it may be your pooch if your not lucky.
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