As Jamie and Nera are both at work each day, we've got into the habit of driving to Hadspen each morning to pick up Archie the Chihuahua so he can spend the day with us. We've decided he will get lonely and fret if he doesn't have company, and then he might start attacking the furniture in his frustration. I don't know what happens to every other dog in the world whose owners leave them at home when they go to work but that's not our concern. Maybe we're being too fussy but if dog loneliness weren't a real thing there would be no call for Doggy Day Care Centres and they're popping up everywhere.
Clearly, Archie enjoys it. When we arrive, he rushes to the car, hops into the back seat and waits for us to put on his safety chain. He responds to every turn we take on the trip and, by the time we're in our street, he's bouncing up and down with excitement. It's nice to be appreciated.
Browsing the TV channels for something to watch we stumbled across a British show called the Masked Dancer. I vaguely recall a show called the Masked Singer a while ago but we didn't watch it. However, with nothing better to do, we sat down to see what it was about - and were immediately hooked. It's crazy, there's nothing in the show to recommend it and the production seems aimed at 12-year olds, but something about the presenters is compelling. Maybe it's senility kicking in.
We received an email a few weeks ago inviting us to apply for jobs at the upcoming census, and we're always looking for interesting things to do and the extra dollars will always come in handy. There was a follow-up asking us to apply for a Police Check so the wheels are turning. In November, we have the Exam Supervision and there's a chance there might be an election soon. Any cash we can accumulate will be put towards a holiday. It seems so long since we were able to leave the state and we can't wait for the chance to do it all again
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