Dog Walking, And Seasonal Delights

Psycho has another money making scheme on the go.  He’s setting up a dog walking company.  He’s had The Ex out leafleting for him this week, but only in areas an easy walking distance from their flat of course.  Remember, this is the guy who apparently needed a car to work five minutes from his flat.  I jest of course.  he didn’t actually drive the car to work.  After all, he probably wouldn’t have been able to park much nearer to the shop.  Hmm.  Wonder if there’s much money to be made in the dog walking business here.  But seriously, how lazy?  I consider my parents’ house within walking distance.  Ok, it might take about thirty/forty minutes to get up there, but that’s walking distance.  He’s talking about no more than five/ten minutes away.  And he’s apparently a health freak as well.  Guess he’s just not into walking.  Hmm.  I love walking myself.  It’s easy exercise.  But I do consider myself lazy.  I’m certainly not into gyms.

They’re doing road works on the main road into town, given that it’s getting towards the busiest time of year.  They always do work on these roads at the worst possible times, just so they can cause the most amount of chaos.  Joyous.  But these ones have been going on forever!  Seriously.  They dug the road up a while ago, and then dug it up again.  This is possibly the third time.  If not the fourth!  I’m sick of it, and I don’t even drive.  Mind you, as a pedestrian I have to put up with dodging nutty drivers who have no regard for the lives of pedestrians.  Hmm.  The Toddler gets a little confused when cars are still going, despite the appearance of the green man.  Yes, she has learned that concept, and is prepared tell those cars that they’re being naughty.  It’s not too embarrassing actually.  But fortunately it is not too common an occurrence. 

Now, I was mortified beyond belief yesterday when The Toddler decided to say to Postie, “Do you like Mum?”  He managed to get out of answering her though, as he had his headphones in and apparently couldn’t hear her.  Hmm.  Though apparently today she was louder than the Foo Fighters. 

Town’s overcrowded with idiots as well.  And children.  I hate children.  With the exception of my own of course.  Then again…  But seriously, I know how hard it can be to keep kids under control and stuff.  My own is an absolute terror, so I can sympathise.  To an extent.  But she is only three and a half.  I guess I wouldn’t be so bothered if I was a kid friendly person.  My problem is simply that I don’t like kids.  Grrr.  But some of them really should know better.  Their parents certainly should.  Grrr!