I slept well for a
change. After a spot of brekkie I scrounged a lift to town. I had a
cheque to pay into the astro club's account. Whilst in town I had a
mooch around. It looks like the old hardware shop opposite the
NatWest is closing down. I suppose they just can't compete for prices
with the superstores. I popped into Wilkos for the makings for some
ale for our summer party. They were having a sale on the home brew
stuff. I got the ingredients for five gallons of mild for £6.28.
That works out at less than sixteen pence per pint. That'll do me. I
also got a Euromillions ticket. Winning that would do me as well.
I then went round to the
pound shop for a look-see. There were bargains to be had, and I had
some. There were also wall-to-wall screaming harridans, shrieking
harpies and squalling brats as well. For all that I like the pound
shops they can be just a little bit "council". But
what does one expect for a quid.
I came home and mowed the
lawn. Having nearly exploded the lawn mower last week I was wondering
how the poor thing would cope today. It did quite well really. Whilst
trimming the lawn I found a slow worm. In years gone by we used to
have loads of them in our garden; we rarely see them nowadays. Which
is a shame.
"Daddies Little
Angel TM" arrived with Sid, and we put
Fudge's lead on him and took the dogs for a walk. Whilst going round
by the Shetland ponies we had a surprise. We met Cheryl. I didn't
recognise her. That was thick of me. We went on with our walk round
to the park. Fudge was again mostly well behaved when off of his
lead; even if he did vanish into the undergrowth for longer than I
would rather he did.
There was someone with a
power kite and buggy in the park. We watched for a while, then came
home. By then it was mid day. As "Daddies Little Angel TM"
vanished off on whatever it was that she was doing, I had a spot of
lunch whilst watching my on-line psychology lecture. Today we looked
at the Stanford prison experiment
It was scary. In 1971
experimenters set up a fake prison and volunteers played the roles of
convicts and guards. Those playing the guards went from being decent
citizens to sadistic bullies in a matter of days. Which goes to
illustrate something I've said for years - those seeking power over
others should not be allowed that power.
I then got my five
gallons of mild into the bucket to start fermenting. I'm hoping for
good things from this stuff. Pausing only briefly to return the most
recent fruit of my loin to Folkestone I then set about Bubble Witch
Saga games on Facebook until the clans gathered for the Tuesday
evening session. After bandying insults we watched "Being
Human" which was good; but not the same without ghost Annie
making tea...
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