:: work work work

I was supposed to be off today but here I am at work. There was a crisis, so my colleague John came in at 9am (and stayed until nearly 9pm) and I came in at 4pm. Ish.

I got up early to get Bertie walked while it was still foggy and cooler. Last night the haar was so thick you couldn't see either of the bridges, not even the aircraft warning lights. By this morning it had lifted a bit and by the time I left for work it was brilliant sunny and hot. Sigh. The haar rolled back in at about 6pm or 7pm. Sigh.

Anyway, the walk was great. We went to Bertie's top favourite venue, Braid Hills. He got to bomb around among the trees, paddle in the stream and meet lots of exciting new dogs -- including a couple of totally cute terriers who thought he was the bee's knees. He also had a close encounter with cattle. There's a mob of young cows in the field near the car park, who are now completely used to people and dogs walking past. Bertie gave them a glance but was distracted by a patch of deliciously scented grass. While he was sniffing it, one of the cows crept up and sniffed him. He got such a fright when he turned round and there was a cow inspecting his bottom! They were all staring at him -- I think it's because he's so tall, they thought he might be one of them.

Yesterday was very productive -- I had that off as well, and did all the boring practical things so I'd have Friday free for Fun. Yeah right. Anyway I got stuck into the horrible mess that is the back garden, mowing and strimming and weeding and raking and clipping like a fiend. After a shower and some shopping, I had dinner and then did some dull paperwork and got Pinky's new website up and running on its own domain.

I'll have some fun tomorrow.