I got up to a wet morning. None of the weather forecasts had predicted rain overnight, and none of the weather forecasts has predicted rain for the morning, with the BBC only giving a ten per cent chance of rain as I looked out of the kitchen window at the downpour.
I sighed, and made toast.
Over brekkie I saw that Facebook had again reviewed “Margaret Tello” (the porn-monger who sent me a friend request) and again confirmed that sending links to mucky websites didn’t go against their community standards. They did however give me the opportunity to appeal to their Oversight Board, so I’ve sent them a message. We’ll see what comes of that, Not much I expect.
And we had an email from the power company saying that the combined gas and leccie bill is going up by sixty quid a month to over two hundred quid. Do any of my loyal readers get gas and leccie cheaper?
I shall need to make some economies, I think…
Being up early I set off on a rather circuitous trip to the aquatic shop in Rolvenden via a geocache based on the war memorial in Beckley and one in memory of a spitfire pilot who crashed in nearby Northiam. I got to the pond shop. I needed a new fluorescent tube for the pond’s filter, so I took the old one, and said “one of these please”. I always take the old one as if I don’t I am convinced I will come out with the wrong thing. It was as well I took the old one in today; there was quite a conference behind the counter trying to decide which bulb was the one I needed.
As I drove home my car’s trye pressure warning came up again. Bearing in mind that this is the third time it has done this in a month I thought that (just maybe) I might get someone to give it the once-over. The nice man in Kwik-Fit said he might be able to fit me in this afternoon, but the nice man in ATS said he’d sort me out right there (result!). The tyre with the warning had a tear in it which was irreparable, and another one was on the poggered side too.
It was quite ironic really… I’d taken a little detour this morning to find two geocaches so’s I’d get a souvenir for finding two geocaches on 22-2-22 and ended up spending 2 hundred quid on 2 new tyres.
Once home I took the dogs out (much later than I’d intended). We went to the park. I won’t say we had a good walk, but I will say that my dogs’ behaviour was impeccable. We played “fetch” and “catch” for a bit, then both dogs walked perfectly at heel as we went round the park. As we walked along by the river we were joined by another dog. I have no idea whose dog it was; there was no-one else to be seen. My two didn’t react (which I saw as something of a result) even though the other dog was charging about like a thing possessed. It was a shame that this dog decided to charge almost but not quite underneath a cyclist coming the other way. After a screech of brakes and a lot of shouting whilst the errant hound sprinted off into the distance, the irate cyclist told me I should keep my dogs under control. I pointed at my two (with some pride) who were both still at heel and said that they were under control, and walked off. As we walked the cyclist sped off in pursuit of the dog who had caused the “episode”. I wonder if he got the fight he was so clearly looking for Still… not my circus, not my monkeys.
After this, the passing vagrant telling me the new council shed was made of liquid cocaine came as something of an anti-climax.
With walk walked I went into the garden and cleaned out the fish pond’s filter. I used to do this in the bath, but it stinks, and the last time I did it in the bath I blocked the plug hole, so now I’ve got a rather good (if somewhat Heath-Robinson) arrangement with a hose pipe and a huge flowerpot that I stand over the drain. It didn’t take *that* long to clean out, and with clean filter innards I put the filter all back together again (with the new fluorescent tube), turned it all on, and the whole lot leaked like a sieve with water gushing out in all over the place. Oh, how I laughed.
I had intended to carry on in the garden for the afternoon, but it had clouded over and was rather cold. So I put the screwdrivers and saws away (the filter had taken quite a bit of fixing!), reeled in the hose, and thought about a late lunch as the rain started.
I spent the afternoon watching “Downton Abbey: The Movie” and then dozed until “er indoors TM” came home and boiled up a very good bit of dinner which we washed down with a decent bottle of plonk whilst watching “Lego Masters: Australia”.
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