Tuesday, 10.30pm
Thought for the Day - Sat-Navs are programmed to lose their signal when approaching any junction with more than four exits
Pug Status - Trying to reach that elusive itchy bit
Had a job interview in Southampton so spent most of the day in the car, being annoyed by other inferior radio stations as I bade farewell to Hertbeat country, and wishing I'd not selected the 'No Motorway' option on the Sat-Nav. The way home was enlivened by increased levels of profanity as I managed to find myself in the middle of the biggest work of construction since Joan Rivers' last face-lift. I understand that the average number of eggs produced by a single adult herring in one spawning is 50,000. I can only assume they have been teaching this technique to orange traffic cones....
Eventually limped home via the back roads, the M25 having turned into the biggest jam since Paul Weller and Jam did a jam session in a huge vat of jam at a Jamboree (it was busy - I think you get the idea). Apparently there was a lorry that had overturned and shed its load of wigs and toupees, and traffic was halted whilst the police combed the area....
After unfolding myself from the car and staggering through the front door I was expecting to be met with a rush of paws and a happy bark or two - no such luck. Princess Pug lifted her head from her cushion mid-snore, gave me a "what kept you?" look and headed out to the kitchen to wait for her evening feed. I apologised for her late dinner, blaming the roadworks, but she just gave me the hard shoulder....
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