Everywhere I have worked, new place included, some filthy bastard wipes bogies on the bog wall. Can there be that many filthy bastards both sides of the globe? Sheesh. I'm starting to think maybe I am having blackouts, and during them I wipe bogies on bog walls. Maybe it is that. I don't want to know I live in a world full of filthy bastards. I mean, you're in the bog, presumably sitting. If you pick a bogie you can wipe it on a bit of paper and put it in the bog. Not fucking difficult.Ahem. In other news, like the pic? That's the view from my desk. Dullish day today, not really into it yet. Exercise du jour was a run home. Humid as hell - as usual - and it took a little under 37mins to cover the predominantly uphill 5miles. Happy with that. Got home to an empty house so headed back out to find wife and hound and then watched some hilarious puppy-smack-down as Rumpole went muzzle-to-muzzle with a large but only 10month old labrador retriever. Rumpole was all Jackie Chan and bouncing about, his favourite move seeming to be one where he runs full pelt towards his 'enemy', launches himself and somehow manages to get his body sideways so he hits his foe arse first. Very funny.
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