Tuesday, 9pm
Thought for the Day - Intermittent windscreen wipers are either too slow or too fast
Pug Status - Methodically eating every last scrap of her liver-and-pug-biscuits supper
Slowly easing into the whole Oxford commuting japery, although we are now getting into the whole realm of leaving and returning home in the dark. I have almost accomplished leaving the house without forgetting something, dropping something or tripping over something - although accidentally shutting pug puppy Bob out in the garden before setting off this morning probably deserves its own category....
Obi Pug Kenobi is a funny girl. When I return home from work I have to fight off the Bob welcoming committee but, as I scrape fawn puppy hairs off my trousers Princess Pug watches idly from the settee. A quick acknowledgement then she is back off dreaming about whatever little pugs dream about most - eating, probably....
Eulogising about that BBC1 wildlife programme in the kitchen at work I was reminded about the cheeky little capuchin monkeys. Not only did they look like the bastard offspring of Ray Reardon and Elvis Presley but they had also beaten my own DIY door-painting record by taking an average of eight years to work out how to crack open some tasty nuts with a piece of rock.
Sir David, observing some toddlers trying to copy their elders at the task, said "These youngsters have to learn how to crack their own nuts". Never mind the shrinking rainforest; I think the reason why capuchin numbers are dwindling might be a little closer to home....
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