I slept well; Pogo eventually woke me at six o’clock. He
wanted a tiddle. To be fair, so did I. We both did our thing and went back to
bed. He was soon snoring; I wasn’t. I gave up trying to sleep and watched the
last episode of “After Life” which was rather sad and not at all funny,
then I sparked up my lap-top to have a look at the internet.
A rather epically breasted young lady (and her chest)
had sent me a friend request on Facebook together with a link to her video. Against
my better judgement I had a look at it – it was a tad on the risqué side… To be
fair to her she did say that it was “indeed not suitable for some Facebook
users”. It wasn’t really suitable for anyone or anything. I reported her to
the Facebook feds.
It was at this point that "er indoors TM"
emerged from her pit and announced that Treacle had been sick. I cleared up a
pool of semi-digested swede. Yuk. And as the dogs went in to the garden so
Treacle brought up quite a bit more.
I also saw that the fence on not-so-nice-next-door’s
side had blown down in the wind. I bodged it back up whilst not-so-nice-next-door
glared from an upstairs window. I called up that the fence was broken; she
looked away. I wonder if she will do anything about it? It is rather difficult
having a neighbour who flatly refuses to speak to us.
I took Fudge for a short walk round the block, then took
Treacle and Pogo for a longer one round the park. As we walked I saw a young
couple walking their dog toward us on a lead. I quickly got my two onto a lead
and had them sit so they could watch the dog go past. (This is actually
working with increasing success…if the other dog just goes past). But the
bloke brought his dog up to Pogo so they could say hello…
Schoolboy error…
As I calmed Pogo I commented to the other chap that he
obviously doesn’t walk his dog much. The implied sarcasm went right over his
head. “No” he said. “Only since lock-down came in really”.
I had planned to paint the fence today on a day off, but
the wind was rather blowy and it was rather cold. So I wrote up a little CPD for an hour or so
until a row kicked off on the “Geocaching in Kent” Facebook page. The
chap who started the group and promptly disappeared crawled out of the woodwork
and started throwing his weight around. Amazingly those I felt would have made
a stand took the side of the chap of whom no one had ever heard. I got the hump
and left the group in a fit of pique. Within two hours I was invited to join a
replacement group which had been set up by an exodus of like-minded people who
weren’t going to be dictated to by this idiot.
I drove "er indoors TM" round
to the garage, then I went up to the attic room where I re-arranged my Lego
layout. There’s a video of what I did
here.
I did as much as I could, but I really do need those new
base plates (that I ordered two months ago) to arrive soon. I’m not really
sure what I can do about them – they should have arrived a month ago, but the
seller keeps moving the expected delivery date, and until that date passes,
eBay don’t want to know.
"er indoors TM" boiled up a very
good bit of scran which we devoured whilst watching a Cameron Diaz film. “Bad Teacher” was
rather good – I wonder why I’d not seen it before…
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