So day started off oddly with a bit of a hangover which is strange as I never usually get that on white. Perhaps it was the shock of the Spa Grand Prix actually being worth watching.

Anyway, worked through a couple of mobile bugs, that game finally coming to an end (well almost). Had two coffee’s in the morning rather than one, things must have been bad…they were about to get worse.

Took Sasha out after making lunch. During our trip through the nature reserve we came across a bloke and his misses, complete with pram and sprog. They had some small dog, off it’s lead, diving in and out the river. We got past them as Sasha was on full pull mode, their dog jumped out in front of Sasha and started winding her up jumping around. I was pulling Sasha away, but she wasn’t doing harm, just wanting to play. Then Mr. 6ft tall built like a shit-house calls out, “Are you fucking thick or something, wind your lead in.”, which is a bit odd when his dog was yapping at mine. Shortly followed by, “And keep him away from my kiddie or I’ll fucking floor you.”. I turned round glared and just carried on walking…..Now this in itself is quite unusual for me and I’m somewhat very hot headed and can fly off the handle in an instant. Perhaps in my formative years I would have called out, “At least my dog’s on a lead and I didn’t decided to marry it.” Or some other witty comment.

I did warn fellow walkers further down that an idiot and his clan were on their way.

Now, he can physically attack me all he wants, all I’ll end up is a few broken ribs and a bit of a headache and will enjoy prosecuting him for a few months. But if he ever attacks my dog, then his worst possible nightmare will come true and that’s an absolute guaranteed promise.

It’s good to see the world is full of nice people still.

Now, I think I’ll hit that wine again (I’ve been a good boy and been to the gym). May be going to London tomorrow, not really in the mood, but does give me a chance to catch up on some telly on the train.