The night shift was rather busy; I was
rather glad when home time and the relief came.
I came home where I had a vague plan to go out for a walk
with "er indoors TM" and the dogs, but I gave up
waiting for them and went to bed. I woke up three hours later to an empty
house, and a message that the first fruit of my loin was on the way round. He
was returning the pressure washer he’d borrowed. I’d forgotten that he had it;
I will probably need that in a week or so. He stayed for half an hour until his
mother (and the dogs) returned – it was good to catch up.
When he went I had a rather late brekkie and checked out
the Internet. I’d watched it overnight and had seen not much had happened. But
anything might have taken place this morning whilst I had been asleep.
A load of new geocaches had appeared along parts of the
Greensand Way. That will form a day out at some stage. It’s a shame that they
are interspersed with some really old ones, but there it is.
Not much had happened on Facebook. Despite having turned
off all the “for sale” notifications I still had a load today. People
were trying to get good money for that which I would have taken to the tip.
Would you buy used and unwanted cuddly toys from some on-line stranger? I
wouldn’t.
I
then did a little gardening. Harvesting dog turds, mowing the lawn, pulling the
weeds from the front garden…all very dull, but it passed the time until "Daddy’s
Little Angel TM" and "Stormageddon - Bringer of
Destruction TM" arrived. They announced they wanted to camp
in the garden overnight, so I got my old tent out. The one I used forty years
ago… the one which has since been chewed by mice. Fortunately we had a backup
small tent in the lock-up. I have no idea where that tent came from. It isn’t
one I recognise, and we struggled to get it up (but we eventually figured it
out). I can remember posting about this tent before – I’ve asked about
whose tent it is several times. No one has replied – it is now mine.
We
had a bit of dinner, "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM"
pushed Pogo into the pond before identifying a unicorn moon-whale in his animal
book.
After
four bottles of lager (for me) and more Horlicks than sense (all
round) they’ve gone out to the tent. I suspect they will be upstairs in a
proper bed within the hour…
I
certainly will be.
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