As I scoffed toast this morning a post on Facebook caught
my eye. The famous occultist Aleister Crowley lived in my home town of
Hastings… I say “home town”; I moved out in 1984. Apparently Aleister
Crowley put a curse on the place. It is
claimed that if you have lived in Hastings you can never leave and if you try
you will always come back. The only way to truly leave is to take with you a
stone with a hole from the beach.
Leaving aside that all curses are bollox, it would explain
why so many people I know from the old days have never left it, and now as we
are all coming up to retirement why so many are moving back.
This morning’s squabble on the Facebook garden pond forums
was about topping up ponds with tap water. There are those who insist that tap
water burns fish (because of the chlorine) and rain water is even worse
(for no clear reason). If you must top up you pond with either it was
being advocated that you should then chuck in loads of chemicals to sort out
this manky water, and then loads of other chemicals to offset the first ones. Amazingly
the chemicals to make tap water safe come with a hazard
warning that it is irritant to eyes and skin.
And my church is having something of a re-launch and they
send me an updated certificate of ordination. Did you know I have a church? I’m
actually an accredited minister of the Universal Church Triumphant of the
Apathetic Agnostic. We believe that there might or might not be a god, but
either way we don’t really care. As religious standpoints go, it’s not a bad
one.
I put the washing into the machine and took the dogs up to
the woods. As we walked we saw a herd of deer run across the path in front of
us… or I did. The dogs missed it entirely. We walked for three and a half miles
without seeing anyone, and then had a “near miss episode” as we walked
toward the car park. As we came to the last turning so a red setter came round
the corner and said hello to the pups as dogs do. Some woman then came after
the dog, shrieked “oh my god oh my god oh my god”, pounced on the dog
and dragged it round the corner. As we walked round the corner this woman was
standing there shrieking at my dogs to keep their distance if they knew what
was good for them. Her mate was desperately clinging to her dog and shrieking “they’re
not on leads they’re not on leads they’re not on leads”. My dogs stared at
the stupid women as they walked past.
I can’t help but wonder what that was all about.
The plan had been to drive to Folkestone to take Pogo home,
but “Stormageddon
– Bringer of Destruction TM” had developed tonsilitis so Pogey
got to stay with us for another day.
So we came home, and whilst the dogs slept I gathered turds, hung
out the washing, mowed the lawn, did the ironing and had a healthy lunch of
Bombay mix washed down with some Tizer followed by an almond Magnum.
Rather than cracking on and doing something else, I had a
rather lazy afternoon staring at the telly until “er indoors TM”
came home. She boiled up sausages and chips and we watched two more episodes of
“Race Across the World”. I wonder if Saga do escorted trips across
Canada?
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