The dogs took up an amazing amount of bed space last night.
Eventually I got some space when they all followed “er indoors TM” to
the loo in the small hours, but when they came back there was an altercation
about why Bailey was so smelly. For a very small cute dog she can be quite
disgusting sometimes.
I got a little more kip, but not much.
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. It was still
there, and much the same as ever. More and more I’m seeing utter drivel of no
interest to me on my Facebook feed, and less and less of that which is actually
interesting.
I munzed, and have now done all that I need to for this
month’s Munzee Clan War – it is now down to everyone else. There was a little
consternation on one of the other clans in that someone who needs to Munz daily
hasn’t been on-line in ten days. But as long as it isn’t out clan, all is well.
And I got Wordle on the fifth attempt when I finally
realized to use the American spelling.
Being Saturday we set off to Dog Cub. Yesterday when
working the weather was glorious. This morning we had rain. Not as heavy as it
might have been, but heavier than I would have liked. We arrived at Dog Club
where I’d decided that we’d open up and if the weather was that bad we’d come
home. But having arrived expecting the worst we had a rather good session.
Despite the rain we had a dozen dogs along. Morgan played nicely to begin with.
He did get rather excited so we popped his muzzle on as a precaution and all
was well. The dog we thought he’d been trying to nip came up to him several
times and (with play-bows) invited him to play.
As we came home we listened to Steve on the radio. The
mystery year was easy – Enya’s “Orinoco Flow” was in
1981… or so I was convinced. It was actually 1988… It is strange how your
memory plays tricks on you; I can distinctly remember listening to this when
still living at my mum’s. Another reason why it is worth my while writing a
diary. Clearly I remember wrong.
We got home and dried off. I put on dry trousers and looked
out my waterproof leggings, then scared up a couple of prizes for later.
With the rain finally looking as though it was clearing up
we drove up to Badlesmere where I was staging today’s geo-meet. We started off
on a litter-pick around Badlesmere Village Green. There wasn’t a lot of litter
to be had, but what there was we had. Prizes were awarded for most litter
collected (quite a bit) and most unusual litter (perfectly useable garden
fork).
Mind you it has to be said that for all we collected some
litter, we left some. Treacle’s lead went missing whilst we were there.
And with litter gathered we retreated to the Red Lion for a
pint and a chat.
Bearing in mind the frankly dreadful weather forecast I was
very pleased with the amount of people who came – there must have been twenty
people along to the event today. Some people were old hands at the geo-meet
game; others had their first meet-up today. As always the event passed off
rather well. And just as it began to get a tad nippy so people went their
various ways, and together with Karl and Tracy we came inside and had a rather
good bit of dinner.
I took a few photos of our day. We came
home, and we both had a little sleep. But not as much as the dogs did. It’s
three hours past dog-dinner-time and they are still snoring.
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