I woke feeling like death warmed up with the mother of all
hangovers. Odd really as all I’d had to drink yesterday evening was a couple of
glasses of Doctor Pepper.
Completely failing to find where the jar of honey had gone,
I spread peanut butter on my toast and had a look at the Internet. It was much
the same as how I’d left it last night. I rolled my eyes at a Facebook friend’s
video of last night’s Thursday clapping which was showing just how much fun and
excitement the clappers were having. With video footage clearly showing one
entire family in another family’s house, social distancing was clearly out the
window. Do these people *really* support the key workers when having
their little session, or is it (as my nephew so succinctly said) “…
starting to turn into a mini carnival”. I wonder just how many of the
revellers (they weren’t just clapping – the video really did show a full-on street
party) will write a letter to the Prime Minister protesting against the
public sector pay freezes that are coming?
I mentioned my plans for a geo-archive on the new-look Kent
Geocaching Facebook pages in the hopes of getting some more contributions, got
dressed, and took the hounds round the park.
We had a rather good walk in which (amazingly) Pogo
was held up as a shining example. As we came through Bowens Field there were
two small children impotently shouting at their dog who was going berserk in a
hedge. Pogo went up to see what was happening so I called him away. He stopped,
turned and came back to me. The smallest child then shouted at the eldest “Why
can’t we have a dog like that?”
We came home; had a cuppa and a croissant, then I cracked
on in the garden getting four and a half fence panels painted. Somehow Fudge
got covered in white paint; a clever trick as I was putting brown stuff on the
fence.
With fence painted I drove "er indoors TM"
round to the garage to collet her car. When I came home there was an odd family
outside the house. One was sitting in a car, the rest were socially distanced
around, and all were having a picnic on the pavement.
What was that all about?
I could have done some landscaping in the garden, but until
I get a date for the fence replacement (*if* it isn’t too expensive) I
can’t really do that much more. And I ached from the painting. So I went up
into the attic and sorted Lego. Not so much “played with” as sorted.
Over the last year or so I’ve had quite a few deliveries and not thrown out the
envelopes and stuff, so I had a little chucking-out before working on a little
park area in which several people dressed as Santa were having a fun-run. One
of the Santas was being sick, and there was an axe-murderer in the crowd.
As I Lego-ed I listed to the latest album from Sparks which
I’d downloaded. I won’t say it was crap, but I will say that I’ve not been so
disappointed since I listened to their last album. Having said that, as I write
it is in sixth position in Amazon’s top selling albums so (again) I
would seem to be in the minority.
I popped over the road to the shop to get some milk. I
spent twenty quid on beer too; they do have a rather good selection. And once
home both "er indoors TM" and I bought a smaragd
from the Munzee store. We’ve having a smaragd race. As you do…
(As I write this, Microsoft Word is quite happy with the
word “smaragd” but wants to change the spelling of “Munzee”)
After a rather good bit of dinner we tuned in to a live
performance by Hazel O’Connor. She got going some ten years or so after Sparks…
Like Sparks I was dead keen on her music forty years ago…
I suspect that if the software wasn’t continually buffering
I might have enjoyed it more, but how often is it that you can be seriously
disappointed by two of your musical heroes in the same day?
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