Treacle woke me with
her whimpering and crying at half past six. Expecting the worst, it turned out
that she wanted to play and everyone else was asleep. By the time I’d got up
for her she’d lost interest and was settling to sleep herself.
I got up, watched an
episode of “Trailer Park Boys” then
sparked up the Internet as I do most mornings. It is obvious that some gremlin
in cyberspace is watching what I do on-line since as I opened Facebook I was
presented with an advert for a trolley which would be ideal for what I need for
my fishing gear. And it was only thirty quid. However the thing was “collection only” and by the time I’d
done a round trip of two hundred miles the thirty quid would have become
seventy what with fuel costs.
I took the dogs round
the park. The nice people from the council had turned the Hubert fountain off
and were giving it a good clean. They’d also roped off the lower half of the
park for tree felling so we cut our walk short and came home. That wasn’t a bad
thing; Rolo does try to fight with every big dog he meets.
Once home I hung out
the washing, and made a start painting the front of the house. I’ve not painted
it since 29 September 2009, so it was rather overdue. After two hours I had the
job done, so I painted the wood out the back (again) before settling the dogs and going on a little shopping
mission.
I was determined to get
a trolley for fishing. B&M bargains had nothing, neither did Wickes or
B&Q. I saw exactly what I wanted in Halfords, but they only had one and
they had promised it to someone else. They assured my they would have one for
me for tomorrow though, and took my phone number so’s they could give me a ring
when they came in.
I came back home and
over lunch I watched the episode of “Gotham”
from two weeks ago. It was rather good.
I considered saying “sod the painting”, but what else was
there for me to do? It was too hot for the dogs to go for a walk, so I got
ladder and paint brush and gave the front of the house a second coating. A
tedious job; in many ways like gardening. You spend ages doing it only to have
the end result look no different from how it looked when you started.
As I painted I had a
message on my phone. Where had I been last night? There had been a geo-meet
last night at McDonalds. That was kept rather quiet.
Just as I was finishing
the painting my phone rang. It was the nice people at Halfords. The person for
whom they had reserved the trolley didn’t want it any more. Did I want it? I
was round there in less than five minutes. I’d been after one of these trolleys
for ages. And having fifteen quid off was a very nice bonus.
I lugged it home, and
once home I thought I would take a photograph of it and put the photo on
Facebook. That’s the sort of thing I do. There was one minor hurdle to overcome
though – it didn’t take *that* long
to scoop up all the dog poo from the back garden.
As I was in the garden
I thought I might weed the gravelled areas. That took over an hour.
"er indoors TM" came home and
boiled up a rather good bit of scran. As we devoured it we watched an episode
of “Humans”, then watched some
celebrities charging round the Crystal Maze. Katie Price was one of them. She
used to be rather attractive; now she looks more artificial than the androids
in “Humans”
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