Distracting

It's one of those annoying days where the weather can't decide what it wants to do. Today starts out dry but then it starts to rain after I set out on my bike but not much. I couldn’t be bothered to stop and put waterproofs on, so I arrive at work a little damp.

Uganda's ethics and integrity minister has called for miniskirts to be banned because women wearing them distract drivers and cause traffic accidents. Blimey, that’s harsh. You need something to look at whilst you're stuck in congestion. It's very distracting when you're on a bike though.

I get paid today and received Gordon Brown's £60 bribe. Which won't work but at least I can book a few more gigs.

On the park in the evening Doggo is appallingly behaved. He keeps disappearing off, miles in front and is sluggish coming back. In contrast, MD again turns into Saint Pup. Roles are reversed when we walk back along the road and MD becomes a pathetic panting wreck as he tows us along on his lead. Avoiding kerbs hasn't helped, as this broke up his lead pulling. Not that it helped much anyway because he's started sitting even when we aren't near a kerb. Every time we stopped for Doggo to have a sniff, MD sat for a treat. He's very food orientated is that dog.

L is also struggling with the two dogs on the lead. So, she decides to start taking them out separately in the mornings. This will of course mean an even earlier start to her day. 5am anyone? She vows to go to bed nice and early. Sounds great, another early night.

So, after another episode of South Riding, we turn in. I like this new regime already.