Abuse and Drink

[laura_seabrook]

Well, what an odd fucking day.

Took Pegasus for a walk this morning. The walk was OK overall, but something odd happened. We turned down a street we normally go down when we walk to the other side of Barnsley via a walkway, and come back via a ford. Got near a car and then Peggy was sniffing a lot around it's boot. Then his tail came to attention, he cringed, and wanted to go back the way we came. We went another way, but every so often Peggy would look back in the direction of the car, looking quite upset and concerned.

What was in the boot?

Later that day I caught the bus to Cardiff. I was originally going to go to Wallsend; get some dog bones for Pegasus and visit a friend where I'd have my hair dyed. My friend cancelled out so I went to Cardiff instead, where I returned some library books and bought dog bones from a different butcher. Caught the public bus back as far as the BP at Glendale and walked to Edgeworth to catch a Sugar Valley Bus from there (it was a good day for a walk, plus I didn't want to catch the bus that does "the loop" through the suburb). I had my $2.50 radio on my and was listening to Triple J via ear plugs. Then a P-Plate car went by and someone shouted something loudly out of it at me.

Although I never caught a word of it, I knew it was directed at me and not nice. And the car looked very much like the one that inspired road rage in me not long ago. I became very very angry. If there'd been a brick handy I would have thrown it. I was angry all the way to Edgeworth. Then I sat down at the bus stop and shortly thereafter and old man sat down next to me. We chatted, and talked about dogs that we'd owned, and how he had a bird, mouse and fish at the retirement village he lived in.

It sort of diffused the situation. I'm still thinking though, of carrying the small hammer (as opposed to the be metal one, or the mallet, or even the sledgehammer) I have in my handbag. If it happens again and I get the opportunity, someone's getting either a dent in their car or themselves!

Tonight I've been watching Myth Busters and South Park et al. Normally I sit down and just watch TV on Monday nights. But tonight I opened up a bottle of Port I'd bought for a party I never got to. Thought I'd have a glass, and I have. Keep on falling asleep, so I'm off to bed.

Maybe I should get drunk more often. One glass of port is all it takes with me.