I was hoping to have a
lie-in this morning but the local cats were pulling faces at Fudge
through the kitchen window at 7am, which started him woofing. So I
got up and made a start on laundry. Dull, but it needed doing. Whilst
the laundry cooked I brekkied, and did an on-line survey. It was a
noisy brekkie - Fudge doesn't destroy plastic pop bottles quietly.
With brekkie scoffed I
spent a little while in the garden gathering dung and mowing the
lawn. And with the garden tidied I made a start tidying up some of my
bits and bobs. I found an entire bag of Koi food I had no idea that I
had. That was a result. And then the doorbell rang. The undercrackers
I ordered from eBay had arrived. So I thought I'd try a pair out.
They are a tad snug, but they will do. It turns out that they are
Calvin Klein, so I suspect that the first fruit of my loin might try
to make off with them.
Steve arrived, and we set
off to take Fudge for a walk. Through Willesborough to Sevington, and
then past Quest and Batchelors and home via the rugby club. A round
trip of four hours and about ten miles. And eight geocaches on the
way. There was a dodgy five minutes when Fudge gave one of the
geocaches an experimental chew. He didn't actually eat it, but I'm
not sure that the intention wasn't there.
Home; where I was
expecting Fudge to be rather tired after his extensive walk. He
didn't sleep. Instead he continued destroying plastic pop bottles. He
seems to like doing that. I wish he would do it quietly. He might not
be tired after the walk but I certainly am...
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