The
clocks went back last night. I have probably ranted about daylight saving
before; it’s all a bit silly really. It doesn’t save any daylight really, does
it? It just makes the mornings lighter for a couple of weeks and brings sunset
forward. But it gives you an extra hour in bed… I suppose.
I
had a little longer in bed listening to “er indoors TM”
snoring, but got up anyway as small dogs in their crate don’t understand “daylight
saving”. I got up at about the same time that I would have turned up at
work had a colleague not asked to do my early shift today (result!) and took
said small dogs outside only to find it was raining. They both scooted back
inside, so I frogmarched them out and closed the door behind us. We all got
rather wet until Bailey finally did that which was expected of her. Morgan
didn’t; he can be rather stubborn at times.
He
eventually pissed on the bathroom floor an hour later.
Whilst
the puppies went to bother “er indoors TM”, I made toast and
had a look at the Internet as I do most mornings. It was still there. The
sarcastic comments I’ve been adding to the Facebook porn adverts had got quite
a few reactions and comments in the same vein.
There
was quite a lot of griping on some of the Hastings-related Facebook pages.
There were several photos of the villages outside Hastings featuring shops,
garages and local businesses, all of which
have now closed down. People were bemoaning how the villages outside
Hastings now have houses and absolutely nothing else… I found myself thinking
about the (so the signs say) “family run filling station” on the
way to Biddenden where you pay vastly over-inflated prices for attitude rather
than service. These little shops and garages used to be all very well for those
who could afford to use them.
I
also saw that “er indoors TM” had given me a pressie: A
Munzee flamingo. It hops round the world from lamp post to lamp post waiting to
get capped on (as flamingos do!)
“Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” needed some tropical fish, so armed with her
shopping list we went to Bybrook barn to get some…
I
found myself getting an inquisition from some spotty little oik. How big was
the tank? Spotty demanded to know *precisely* how big the tank was. How
long had it been running? “Ages” was not an acceptable answer; he wanted
to know how long to within a day or so. I wouldn’t have minded quite so much if
I hadn’t been keeping tropical fish for over twice as long as he’s been alive,
and to add insult to injury, pretty much all of the fish in their tanks were in
quarantine and weren’t for sale until Tuesday anyway. He suggested I came back
on Tuesday. I told him I would go to Dobbies instead where I could get what I
wanted cheaper and with less attitude.
And
that is what I did…
As
we arrived at the abode of the most recent fruit of my loin I opened the car
boot to something of a shock. There were only two dogs present. Since leaving
Ashford we’d lost a dog. How was that possible? I called the dog register…
Bailey was definitely absent.
Just
as panic was about to set in, I found her… on the back seat of the car. How had
she escaped from the boot?
“Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” was pleased to see us, as were “Stormageddon
– Bringer of Destruction TM” and
“Darcie
Waa Waa TM”. Pogo wasn’t pleased to see the puppies; there was a
near episode ending with poor Pogey being locked in the bathroom until he had
calmed down.
Whilst “Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” got excited about her new fish, “Stormageddon
– Bringer of Destruction TM” played Minecraft at me and showed
me how to use an axe to turn a sheep into a pork chop.
The
original plan had been to go on to Herne Bay for the Dachshund walk, but the
weather forecast had got worse… there will be other Dachshund walks. We came
home via the bargain shop. I amused the dogs whilst “er indoors TM”
went shopping. She came out with three cases of wine and a case of cider for
herself, and a packet of dishwasher tablets for me.
I
know my place…
We
came home; the rain had slackened off to a drizzle, but still too yukky to
spend time in the garden, so I ironed some shirts and slobbed in front of the
telly watching some wildlife program from Patagonia which looked far more
interesting that I expect the place actually is.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a very good
bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching “Lego Masters: Australia”.
As always the sow was rather good. But as today has worn on I’ve felt
progressively more and more grotty. I wonder why?
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