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The French have an expression which I have always loved, “Esprit d’escalier” (there should probably be some accents). For those unfamiliar, it would normally translate as “the spririt” – or perhaps better. “the inspiration, of the stairs” and it is used to refer to, for example , “the brilliant retort you should have said fiveContinue reading “It’s a Dog’s Life 41”

It was a toss up whether to do this today -in isolation, or tomorrow -after the op, but experience has taught me that I generally feely grogy and uninspired in the immediate aftermath (like major dental work). So here I am “stuck” in my room of 1000 games, several hundred books, a PC and aContinue reading “It’s A Dogs Life 40”

It’s fdels about 2 pm ‘ish, which is bad, because I have slept maybe 4 hours, but worse because ideally I should have no sense of “when”. It should be “no-time” according to the wierd calculus of nightshift, but my body insists it is “get up time”, while my intelect looks ahead to tonights 9Continue reading “It’s a Dogs Life 39”

Well I’m off to work one final non rolling backshift. As of tomorrow I return to a full rolling 24 hour pattern (Booo), I am however off tomorrow (Hooray). In truth I can’t complain, it’s been 18? months (maybe more) since I worked my normal rota, and I do still have a job to goContinue reading “It’s A Dogs Life 38”

I spent the morning on the phone. A long planned, several times postponed – courtesy of lockdown- trip away, needs must be moved again. These things happen. No plan actually survives contact with real life. Naturally I have just been issued with revised shifts, which, I have already juggled somewhat to get the requesit timeContinue reading “It’s a Dog’s Life 37”

There is generally never a good time to discover an unexpected problem with your car. I am sure that somewhere, someone, just on holiday, but with no actual plans, has gone to their car to save the short walk to buy milk, and discovered to their mild annoyance they would have to stroll after all,Continue reading “It’s a Dogs Life 36”

Two months till the fire walk! There was idle talk of a song. This is a work in progress. Ordinarilly the muses will show me some 3 or 4 chords to go with my lyrics, but on this ocassion, prompted by the comments of some good friends, I understand that my compostion must, in fact,Continue reading “It’s a Dogs Life 35”

Curtains for lucky! No really, we got curtains. Ordered for manufacture and delivery in 6 weeks, back in January (probably the day after we moved in) the bespoke curtains for our 13′ high livingroom bay window finally apeared. Apparantly the Chinese are hording the entire worlds supply of curtain material, or possbily Brexit has newContinue reading “It’s A Dogs Life 34”

My name is Tony Lucky Dog Wilson, and, I am ginger. There, I’ve said it. Of course my sister and my mum were both flaming red heads in their youth – (on a familly holiday to Norway long long ago, they were both frequently stopped in the streets of Oslo by strangers, asking if theirContinue reading “It’s a Dog Life 33”

To the uninitiated, it probably appears that my life is one long escapade of mishap and disaster – and there are indeed times when it really does feel like that. However ocassionally, whole weeks go by where no-one is eletrocuted, nothing catches fire, and defeat is not snatched from the jaws of victory, metaphorically, orContinue reading “It’s a Dogs Life 32”