Once
I’d “done the puppies” I made toast and had a look at the internet.
Overnight one person had de-friended me on Facebook. I’ve long had this (utterly
unreasonable) idea that if you are not my Facebook friend, you are my Facebook
enemy, and the number of my Facebook enemies has gone up by one overnight. I
shall gloss over the fact that my Facebook enemies rank in the millions.
Not
much else had happened really.
Being
the first of the month I did the admin for the Munzee Clan War in readiness for
the new war starting on Monday. I’m going to Munz a little harder next month
and will be running a Level Four clan. To the uninitiated this means putting
quite a few more bar-code stickers on lamp posts.
With
dogs fed, “er indoors TM” organised Treacle and I set off with
the puppies to the weekly meeting of the Kent Dachshund Society. As I drove I listened
to Steve on the radio. “Guess The Year” was 1992; I thought it was 1990
until there was talk of the Queen’s “annus horribilis”. For all that two
of her children had marriage breakdowns and Windsor Castle went up in flames
that year, I do think her late Majesty made a mistake in talking about an “annus horribilis”. If she’d said “it’s
been a shitter of a year” everyone would have sympathised, but even now,
thirty years later, people still laugh about her horrible anus.
I
did chuckle as Steve read out the travel news. Finding myself going nowhere in
a traffic jam I could see that the M20 wasn’t as easy-going as he would have
had us believe. I sent him a message, and I was soon mentioned on the radio.
The
traffic jam did delay us somewhat; we were only forty minutes late to Dog Club.
But we made the most of it, and I took
a few photos too. We had a very good time… I did chuckle; the last time we
were there we met a chap whose dog wouldn’t leave Treacle alone, and when
Treacle told the dog off this chap had a whinge about her on-line. Today his
same dog wouldn’t leave Bailey alone. I was *so* pleased she didn’t react.
We
came home, and I spent a few minutes sorting the pond. One of the filters had
bunged up yesterday and I had planned to un-bung it. The old filter used to
take about half an hour to clean out; the new filter boxes un-bung in about
five minutes.
We
settled the dogs and “er indoors TM” and I drove down to
Hastings (well, St Leonards) for a family reunion. In years gone by “er
indoors TM”’s tribe used to have annual reunions at which I
would regularly embarrass various members of her family by knowing their family
tree better than they did.
I
still do.
There’s
talk of this being an annual event again… if this comes off I shall insist that
the fruits of my loin go along. It *is* their family after all…
There
was talk of the afternoon being a family meal… there were some crisps and peanuts…
so we stopped off at the Chinese takeaway on the way home.
I’ve
got guts ache now…
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