There was some bitter squabbling on one of the Facebook
Lego pages I follow this morning. Someone was hoping to go on eBay to get a
Lego set which they had as a child, and was asking for help in getting its set
number. A reasonable request? Sadly all this chap could remember was that the
set was from about forty years ago and had a house and a car in it. That
narrowed it down to one out of thousands, and the keyboard warriors were out in
force dripping their sarcasm.
And an old schoolfriend of mine (who runs ghost walks in
Rye) was posting on Facebook about a ghost detecting app.
I downloaded one which gave me the option to upgrade (for
a price) to be able to ask ghosts questions and to see more ghosts.
Presumably the amount of ghosts it detected was dependent on how much I was
prepared to pay? I tried it; it just tried to play Candy Crush. I deleted it
and tried another ghost detecting app. That one said there was a ghost not far
away. Judging by the ghost radar I think it was in not-so-nice-next-door’s
living room.
Mind you, the people who used to live on the other side of not-so-nice-next-door
were convinced their house was haunted for years until the morning of their
wedding when they are adamant they heard it clomp down the stairs, slam the
door behind it, and they never had any ghost experiences since...
Or so they said.
What with not having as much time as usual I took the dogs
to the park this morning. We got there and had a little mooch about. We met a
few other dogs, and walked past them with no issues.
One young mother (in her pyjamas) told me that I was
living her dream in that I had a pack of small dogs whereas she only had one.
Some elderly Nepalese people were picking fallen chestnuts
out of the mud. When I told them there are still a few chestnuts on the trees
in Kings Wood they smiled politely and hurried off as fast as they could;
almost as though I’d threatened them with physical violence. What was that all
about?
We came home and the dogs all went straight to sleep. As
they snored I realized they hadn’t had their brekkie. Dogs are strange. In the
evenings Treacle particularly is constantly begging for more biscuits. But in
the morning they quite happily skip brekkie and don’t have it until mid-day.
As I set off to work I saw not-so-nice-next-door coming out
of her house. I've been hoping to speak to her about the front fence for some
time, and with no dogs to bother her I tried my luck. She was amazingly
co-operative. To be honest the way things are between us, simply not saying
f... off fatso is realistically amazingly co-operative. She tried to make out
that the fence collapsed because I hadn't painted it. I politely pointed out
that I had. She pointed out (quite rightly) that I hadn't painted her
side of it. I smiled. I didn't like to say that I didn't dare go on her side of
the fence. But she says she's happy for me to fix it. I see that as a result.
I drove off up the motorway as I do. With the motorway
again closed between junctions six and five I took a detour in through
Aylesford, and stopped off for a crafty geocache whilst I was at it.
I also stopped off for petrol. That stuff has dropped in
price - today I paid the same price that I was paying three years
ago.
I saw that as a result as well.
With a tank full of petrol I drove up to work... and sat in
the car in the car park as the torrential rain crashed down. I took the
opportunity to test out my ghost detecting app. There were no ghosts to be seen
in the works car park, and later the works tea room proved devoid of spirits as
well.
I had a go in the laboratory where it detected something...
I think it got confused with everyone wearing white lab coats.
I know I do…
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