Every morning I make toast and scoff it as I peer into the
Internet. Occasionally there might be something interesting or inspiring. But
usually it is just people quarrelling. It seems there was a particularly
vicious squabble in real life at a local angling lake last night. Last night
the owners got into an argument with someone who was night fishing, and the
chap had the hump and went home. Straight through the
locked gate.
I then took a deep breath and asked for advice on the Skoda
Fabia Facebook page. My phone connects to my car by Bluetooth. I can make
hands-free calls fine, and see text messages on the car’s screen. But there’s a
problem with my phone’s sat-nav in that when I use the phone’s sat-nav in the
car, the spoken directions don’t happen. If I turn off Bluetooth then the phone
tells me where to turn. With Bluetooth on – nothing.
Presumably the spoken instructions are going to the car
somewhere.
I put a load of washing in to scrub then took the dogs up
to the woods where we had a good walk. As we walked a deer ran across the path.
By the time I realized I wanted to take a photo of it, it was gone. Treacle and
Bailey didn’t see it, but Morgan did and gave chase. I wish he wouldn’t.
We walked round the woods in peace, but there was some
parent and toddler event going on just past the bottom of the slope leading
from the car park. And there were loads of people there, and walking down from
the car park, all carrying cups of coffee. Unless they’d boiled it up in the
car park it would have been stone cold by the time they’d driven it to the
woods.
We came home. I hung out the washing then mowed the lawn.
As I mowed I remembered the nutty chap who used to live next door. No matter
what the time of year, the time of day, or the weather, he would always insist
that I shouldn’t be mowing my lawn. He always had the most absurd and
ridiculous reason why I should have mowed the lawn the day before, and from the
way he used to speak it was as though he really did think I could go back a day
to mow the lawn.
I often wonder what happened to him.
And with lawn mowed I voomed round with the garden vacuum
cleaner.
“er indoors TM” stopped for lunch
so I put her to use. Together we got the liner into the bog filter, cut it
roughly to shape. Then in a rather extreme act of faith I turned the pumps on.
The bog filter filled with water, and the waterfall thingy worked and the rest
of it didn’t overflow. Flushed with success I then spent an hour shifting rocks
about the rockery. But only an hour. I deliberately stopped because I knew that
if I carried on I wouldn’t be able to move for several days.
I took a few photos and added them to the pond album. I’ve got
to sort the liner where it meets the main pond, rearrange the rockery and sort
the plants, but I can start on that tomorrow.
I made us both a cuppa and had a look at the internet. This
morning I’d asked on Facebook about getting my phone’s sat-nav to talk through
the car. Someone had given me instructions on how to do it. I went out to the
car, called up the audio menu… and the menu screen the chap was talking about
wasn’t there.
Ho hum…
I had a look on Google and that had some suggestions which
didn’t work ether…
“er indoors TM” boiled a decent
bit of dinner which we watched the first episode of the latest series of “Taskmaster”.
Unusually I’d heard of two of the five contestants.
I ache a bit… hope I chirp up overnight. There’s quite a
bit of work to do in the garden tomorrow…
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