I had a terrible night. Treacle spent the whole night
smacking her chops and kept me awake the entire time. I gave up trying to
sleep, and as I got up so the chops-smacking stopped.
I made toast and glared into the Internet as I scoffed. I
had a friend request on
Facebook from Carla Kidd who suggested I might like to play with
her in her room and had sent a rather dodgy link that the antivirus didn’t like
at all. I suppose enough people pay them to make it worth their while.
I sent out a birthday wish, and rolled my eyes at a
squabble on the Facebook pond-related pages in which some Australian chap had
asked about keeping his pond relatively warm in winter, and then having to
explain time and time again that July in Australia *is* winter.
And it would seem that there is quite a growth industry in
paying someone else to build your Lego sets for you. Apparently more and more
people want the completed Lego set, but not the aggro of building it, and there
are those who are happy to do the building… for a price.
I took the dogs up to Kings Wood for a walk. As we walked
there was a little drizzle, but we kept going, and had a rather good walk. We
met a few other dogs, and once they’d all said hello my lot walked past. They
do that when not on leads. When they are on leads it is one big argument. What’s
that all about?
We came home, and with it not raining for once I cracked on
in the garden. I got the lawn mowed, vacuumed the gravelled areas, and then did
something I’ve been meaning to do for ages. I picked all the dead leaves from
not-so-nice-next-door’s overgrowth out of the monkey puzzle tree. That took
over an hour.
I then ran out the hose and topped up the pond, and after
three hours fiddling about in the garden I was worn out and the pond looked
just the same as when I’d started.
Before “er indoors TM”
went off bowling she boiled up bacon and egg bagels. Once she’d gone “Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” came home and I pretended I hadn’t been fed,
and got another bagel. Very nice.
Word
is “er indoors TM” has split her bowling shoes. I see that as
a result – she can have a new pair as a birthday pressie.
And my face is glowing –
I’ve caught the sun.
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