I slept like a log
last night and woke feeling a tad grim. I wonder if I’m sickening for
something? I hope not.
There wasn’t a lot going on with Facebook this
morning which was probably for the best. I resisted the urge to be helpful –
someone had asked on one of the local pages if there were any car-share
schemes. Ten seconds with Google came up with several suggestions but just as I
was about to post something I realised that this was just one short step from
being embroiled in an argument about which I really didn’t care. Much the same
happened yesterday when a friend asked for recommendations for local purveyors of
second-hand cars. I related the terrible experience that "My Boy TM"
had with a local garage, and suddenly everyone was looking for a squabble.
She can do
her own Google search.
I had an
email – the chap who’d helped me yesterday when I was struggling to find a
geocache asked if I had any ideas with a puzzle that had gone live last week. I
politely explained that in a situation like this he really needed to be careful
with his wording… I had *lots* of ideas. However I’d tried them all, and
none had worked. He did laugh.
I put some washing in to scrub
and was just about to take the dogs out when "er indoors TM" phoned. She’d
just driven over what she thought was a carrier bag outside the house. It was
actually a great big rock in a carrier bag. I nipped out and fetched in the rock. I’m collecting rocks for a water
feature project for over the summer.
I then walked the hounds round the park for what turned out
to be a wonderfully uneventful walk. We met a few other dogs and played with
them nicely. We didn’t run into any roads, we didn’t have any fights, we didn’t
walk off with OrangeHead’s posse. If only all walks went this well.
We came home and I spent a frustrating five minutes trying
to find something. A few weeks ago I set up my Lego train track to get some
measurements of the board I need for when I set the thing up properly. I wrote
those measurements down somewhere and have since lost them. My plan for today
was to make a start on my Lego train set project, and phase one was to get a
board organised.
So (with the
undercrackers set to tumble-dry) I went to B&Q and guessed at board
sizes. They had some boards which looked as though they might just be on the
big side, and which were reduced from fifteen quid each to two quid each. I
bought the lot. There was a minor dilemma in that they didn’t fit into the car,
but with B&Q only being five minutes away I wheeled the things home on B&Q’s
trolley, and then wheeled the trolley back. I don’t think they noticed.
I drove out to Boughton Aluph to hunt out a crafty
geocache, and then on to Finberry for a second. "er indoors TM"
has got a geocache near Finberry which has had several “did not find” logs. I was dispatched to prove the thing was there;
it wasn’t.
I then drove
round to Gina’s Fabrics
in the Ellingham estate. Once my board is in place for the train set it needs
some sort of green felt on it. The nice lady in Gina’s fabrics recognised me;
her son was one of my cub scouts in years gone by. I can remember Danny very
well. When building shelters at cub camp I told them all to wear their oldest
clothes as they would get grubby; he wore his pyjamas (as they were his
oldest clothes) and I didn’t notice until he tried to go to bed covered in
mud and dirt. I remember all of the hundreds of cub scouts, but in my mind they
are all still nine years old. Danny is now twenty-six and is serving on a
warship in the Royal Navy.
We chatted
for a while, and I eventually came out with a length of green felt.
I came home
via the corner shop (where I got a sandwich) and I scoffed it whilst
watching the first episode of season four of “Prison Break”. And with
lunch scoffed I ironed for a couple of hours. No time away from work is
complete without ironing.
And with
ironing ironed I struggled and strained and got the board (for the Lego
train set) into place. It is probably a tad too long and a tad too wide,
but that is piddling details. I can soon get busy with a saw. Do any of my
loyal readers have a jig-saw I could borrow? Or on reflection a safer question
might be “can any of my loyal readers pop round and do some jig-sawing for
me”.
"er indoors TM" did a rather
good dinner. It included salad – is she trying to tell me something? And with
her off bowling I sat and watched more episodes of “Prison Break” whilst the dogs slept. They will go mad when she
comes home. They always do…
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