Finding myself wide awake far too early for no reason I
could fathom I got up, made toast, and once I’d watched an episode of “Everyone
Else Burns” I had a little look at the Internet in case I’d missed anything
overnight.
I hadn’t really.
There was talk about today’s American presidential
election. As an outsider looking in, it strikes me that absolutely anything
would be better than Donald Trump, but an American friend has told me that
Kamala Harris isn’t as brilliant as she might be. She’s told me she feels she
has to choose between a large turd in a bowl and a pool of diarrhea on the
sidewalk (pavement).
I suppose that’s true of elections everywhere though.
I munzed, got Wordle on the fifth attempt, then went and
woke the dogs to take them out.
As we drove to the woods so the pundits on the radio were
also talking about the American election. Interestingly many people being
interviewed claimed they were voting for the candidate with the Christian
values, but both Mr. Trump and Ms. Harris were extolled as the second coming
and reviled as the antichrist in equal measures.
We got to the woods on a very misty morning and saw there
was only one other car in the car park. Sadly we found its occupants. As we
walked a herd of deer ran across the path. I managed to get a photo of the last
one, and as I put my phone away so the others came back to see where their mate
had got to. And then I heard something. And so did the deer who all ran off.
There was a bellowed conversation going on and getting
closer. After a minute or so a group of three women and six dogs hove into
view. Walking side by side, for some inexplicable reason everything the women
said to each other was shouted at maximum volume.
They went one way and we went another. But after a few
minutes I could hear them again, so I changed our direction. But no matter
which way I went I couldn’t get away from them. There they were, shrieking at
each other. We all got back to the car park at about the same time, and they
got into that other car that had been there when we arrived. Still bellowing at
each other.
We came home. No one needed a bath, which was a result. I
made us both a cuppa, then leaving “er indoors TM” working
and the dogs snoring I drove down to Folkestone again. Yesterday I’d sorted “Daddies’
Little Angel TM”’s front garden. Today I sorted the back. I
went round with a dustbin sack and gathered up the rubbish. Then went round
with the strimmer, swept up, went round with the strimmer again and swept up
again. So easy to type; not so easy to do. By the time my tip appointment came
round I’d got three quarters of it done. So I took seven bin bags of garden
rubbish to the tip, and as I was about to come home I had a thought. There was
only about an hour’s worth of work left to do in that garden. Rather than
coming down tomorrow I could finish the job this afternoon.
So I went back and got nearly but not quite everything done
when the strimmer started making funny noises and shaking as though it was
having a fit. The bit where the strimming line goes had snapped in half; the
poor thing hadn’t survived the ordeal. It has to be said that you need to be
made of stern stuff to visit the abode of the most recent fruit of my loin. But
rather than strimming the last bit of patio I went at it with the blade of a
shovel.
That’ll do for now.
I gathered up those garden tools which had stayed the
course, and with a bit of shoving I managed to get the strimmed greenery into
one rubbish bag. I brought the lot home together with the remains of the
strimmer which is currently laying in state in the front garden. These days the
etiquette is that if you’ve got something to give away you leave it in the
front garden. Hopefully one of the unsuspecting normal people will take it off
my hands.
Mind you we left the carcass of “er indoors TM”
bike in the garden a while ago. Someone took it, and on realizing what a state
it was in, they chucked it in the dentist’s garden.
I then did the “feed the fish” ritual in which fish
food goes down the necks of pond fish and dogs in equal amounts. As I fed the
fish in the small pond I was amazed. Earlier “er indoors TM” had
told me there were four fish in that pond. Originally we put in five, but two
disappeared months ago. One seems to have returned, but it is tiny. Do fish
shrink?
I made another cuppa and had a look on-line. The strimmer
that died today lasted three and a half years, and Amazon say they can have a
new one with me by tomorrow.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a very
good bit of dinner, and we started watching the current season of “Bake Off”.
We’re a little late with it this year...
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