I slept like a log despite a rather hot night. It was a shame that the dogs had to kick off when "Daddy’s Little Angel TM" crept in during the small hours. She was being quiet – they weren’t.
I made some toast, saw that pretty much nothing at all had happened on the Internet overnight, and took the dogs to the woods. We had a relatively good walk even if we did shout at other dogs as we went. The biggest “episode” happened just as we were getting into the car to come home when a passing dog tried to get into the boot with my three. They had ignored this passing dog (amazingly) right up to the point where it tried to climb into the boot, and then all hell kicked off. I suppose it isn’t surprising really as this would be a blatant invasion of their space.
The idea of an early walk was to get done before it got too hot. When we’d arrived at the woods the thermometer in my car said it was twenty-two degrees (on the cusp of being too hot for the dogs); it was twenty-five degrees when we got back to the car, and that was before half-past nine. We came home (to twenty-seven degrees of heat) and I popped to Aldi where the car park was already thirty-one degrees hot before ten o’clock.
Unlike the Aylesford Aldi, all the staff in the local branch were wearing face masks. Some of them even had the face masks covering their noses as well as their mouths. Have you ever ben to Aldi? They have a really good range of all sorts of stuff, amazingly cheap, but the staff really couldn’t care less. Whilst none of them actually said “f… off fatso”, they really didn’t need to. But if you can ignore their attitude, the shopping is worth having.
With so much to do in the garden and elsewhere, we pulled the curtains and sat quietly in the living room avoiding the heat which got up to thirty-six degrees in the garden. I finished solving the geo-puzzles of the series that went live yesterday, then had another look at that geo-jigsaw puzzle. It was too hot to do anything else.
At half past six (having spent a total of fourteen hours twenty-one minutes and forty-two seconds at it) I finally got that igsaw finished, and was rewarded with the co-ordinates of a film pot which has been stashed under a rock somewhere in Sussex. I won’t say where; if any on my loyal readers would like to know they can find out by clicking here.
"er indoors TM" boiled up some fish and chips which we scoffed whilst watching another episode of “Taskmaster”. I did have a plan to do some gardening this evening, but it was (and is still) too hot. So I washed some undercrackers instead – so the day wasn’t entirely wasted.
