I slept like a log last night and woke after nine
hours asleep, then lay there not so much worrying about Friday’s session on the
doctor’s scales as pondering about it. I can’t claim I’m not overweight or that
I eat particularly healthily, but I do exercise quite a bit; certainly more
than people I know who are half my age.
So I got up and dusted off our bathroom scales which
said I was pretty much the weight I’ve been for ages, and nearly a full stone
under what the doctor’s scales said I was.
With minor panic over I made some toast and looked at
the Internet. Last night I posted something on Facebook which had received
quite a few comments; the Google Street View car had found a fat bloke in the
nip in Kentucky. Click here and try Google Street View on that
parked car. This morning the bloke was brandishing his chopper; it has now been
censored.
And again people were showing off how stupid they were
on Facebook. One bloke was ranting about how science had actually proved that
the universe was only a few thousand years old, and another bloke was insistent
that water flowed from north to south, *not* downhill. There were quite
a few arguments going on. I find it best not to try to reason with the idiot
brigade. But it does bother me that these people are allowed to vote and do
jury service.
I boiled a kettle of water and went out to the ponds.
I soon melted a hole in the big pond from which I could then break the ice to
allow oxygen to get in, but the ice on the little pond took some melting. It
was about an inch thick.
Whilst I was at it I harvested a bumper crop of frozen
dog turds, but I’d watched Morgan emptying out by the Monkey Puzzle tree last
night and that turd was gone this morning. Does that explain why Bailey was
sick this morning, and count as a failure for the pro-biotics which are
supposed to stop her scoffing dung?
“er indoors TM” set
about repairing the poggered cabinet in the bedroom. I left her to it and made
a start solving a series of geo-puzzles. Eventually “er
indoors TM” then went off round to see ”Auntie
Chel TM” who was staging a film afternoon. I called a halt
on puzzle solving as my brain was hurting, and I put some washing in to scrub.
I then watched more “Poldark” in which Mr. Ross did
the dirty deed on Demelza and had to marry her, and in which the sea captain (him
who’d plighted his troth) returned. I then had a little doze, and wrote up some CPD until “er
indoors TM” returned.
She boiled up a rather good dinner which we washed
down with a bottle of merlot whilst watching the next episode of “The
Traitors” in which everyone believed everything that a vicar had to say purely
because she was a vicar… even though she was openly telling porkies. And then
an episode of “Junior Bake Off”. I felt sorry for the kid that got voted
out; she was up against some serious competition…
Yesterday was a rather good day. Today was on the dull
side.
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