This morning’s petty squabble on Facebook was about the national Town Criers’
Championship which took place recently in Rye. No? – it
passed off pretty much unnoticed, didn’t it? Traditionally it has been held in
Hastings but over the last couple of years it has moved to Rye as Hastings Town
Council say they can’t afford it any more. Those who like town crier
competitions are up in arms about this. Those who don’t were pointing out that
council-funded town crier competitions attract dozens of people whereas
self-funding events (like the bonfire parade and Jack in the Green)
attract tens of thousands. Time for a change in the way the thing is funded,
perhaps? It strikes me that town crier competitions are the Radio Three of
public entertainment; only there because someone else is paying for it. I
wonder how long Rye town council will carry on shelling out for this event?
“er indoors TM” was having an
office day today so she set off leaving me with the dogs. Yesterday Treacle had
a dodgy leg, but this morning it seemed better. We went to the woods and I
thought that if her leg was playing up we might cut the walk short and come
home. We walked four miles; she seemed fine.
Sadly as we walked we had an “episode”. Some child
was toddling along with its father, and on seeing Bailey went absolutely
hysterical. I could understand it if Bailey was the size of other dogs, but she
is XS of the dog world.
With walk walked we came home; I was expecting the dogs to
be filthy; their bellies needed hosing off but they weren’t that grubby at all
considering the overnight rain. And seeing how their backs were dry I did the
monthly flea treatments. In a novel break with tradition Treacle didn’t run
away. All three were as good as gold for a drop on the back of the neck.
My plan for today was to screw together all the wooden
sleepers of the bog filter. I had a look in the shed and saw I didn’t have
quite enough screws. And (to be honest) my drill bit isn’t what it once
was. So I ordered up some more from Amazon, and whilst I was at it I ordered
some new wellies too. My ones sprung a leak a week or so ago, and they let
quite a bit of water in whilst we were up the woods earlier.
With plans poggered I cracked on with the ironing whilst
watching a DVD. “Quadrophenia”
was nowhere near as good as I remembered it. Once it had finished I got up.
Treacle leapt up thinking she was missing something and she hobbled after me. Having
seemingly been fine whilst in the woods she was certainly struggling this
afternoon. I sat on the sofa rubbing her leg for much of the afternoon.
As I massaged I watched more episodes of “Four in a Bed”
in which the proprietors of four bed and breakfast establishments competed to
see who was best. The loser had the right arse about losing; amazingly he didn’t
seem to realise that his establishment’s gimmick (they didn’t actually do a
breakfast) would count against him.
“er indoors TM” came home. I fed
her Plov Mk II. It was an improvement on what I’d boiled
up a week ago. Having said that, it has still got a way to go. Mk III won’t
have carrots, and korma might be a better flavour than tikka was.
As we scoffed we watched the most recent episode of “Lego
Masters: Australia”. I won’t give the game away, but I will say that in
this episode the weakest team were eliminated, and I smiled.
Oh – and Pigsy died today. He was an absolute hero
back in the day. Sandy died from heart issues four years ago, and Tripitaka
died of leukaemia nearly forty years ago. When you bear in mind that him who
played the horse died seven years ago, there’s only Monkey left.
They don’t make TV shows like that any more.
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