On
Tuesday when I was in the thick of “Whinge Mode” when I went to bed I’d
only done nine hundred steps. Yesterday when I set off to my pit I’d done just
under twenty six thousand steps. I ached a little when I got up this morning.
I
made toast and had a look at the news. The election results were in. Locally
we’ve now got a new MP. The Labour chap is
now my elected representative. Mind you I wouldn’t say he won. Reform split the
Conservative vote. Had Reform not stood locally pretty much everyone who voted
for them would have gone with the Conservatives and they would have won by
seven thousand votes. Mind you only sixty per cent of the electorate turned
out.
I
had a friend request on Facebook. Stacey
looked to be wipe-clean which was probably for the best.
With
drizzle forecast for the day I thought I might as well bite the bullet and take
the dogs out anyway. We got to the woods, walked half a mile and the drizzle
turned to torrential rain. We turned round, but were all soaked by the time we
got back to the car.
As
we drove home the talk on the radio was about yesterday’s election. First of
all the eminent politician Peter Mandelson was being interviewed. It was a
shame that he mumbled and muttered so much that no one could hear a word that
he was saying. And then there was an interview with someone or other about what
the new Prime Minister’s first actions might be. It was mentioned that he would
need to have a budget announcement as soon as possible. Possibly as soon as
September. Soon? There’s no urgency with these people, is there?
We
got home, had warm showers to hose off all the mud, and I made us both a cuppa
then did a little CPD. But only a little. I geo-puzzled for a bit, then drove “Darcie
Waa Waa TM” to collect her mother. The journey was rather dodgy.
With motorway notices saying a major delay to get to Folkestone I tried to take
the A-road only to find it closed. I eventually got to Folkestone via Hythe.
Fortunately littlun slept for most of the journey. We came home via Canterbury
as I had a vague idea to call in at the petting farm at Chilham, but littlun
was still asleep and the rain had picked up. So we came home as the rain eased
up a bit.
“Daddy’s Little Angel TM” and “Darcie Waa Waa TM”
went to the park. I had a plan to have a look in the garden, but the drizzle
got heavier so I carried on fighting with geo-puzzles until “er indoors TM” sorted out
dinner.
Yesterday I walked ten miles in the glorious sunshine.
Today I got soaked to the skin in five minutes and spent the rest of the day
avoiding the rain. And I’ve got guts ache now…
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