I had a relatively good night asleep up until about five
o’clock when I had the most vivid nightmare in which someone with whom I worked
(over forty years ago) claimed that we’d both done the dirty deed at
each other in a dream, and they had the right hump that I was utterly
indifferent about it.
I’m blaming blood pressure.
I got up and had a bit of brekkie whilst peering at the
Internet. This morning a flat-earther was kicking off. Mind you I say “a
flat-earther”; more often than not these people are deliberately winding
others up. If you stand on the beach and look at the horizon you can see the
world is round. Mind you, people thought it was flat for hundreds of years even
though they could see it was round.
I then saw an avert for “Bark Free Masterclass”
which claimed to be a free way of stopping your dog barking. Treacle does get a
bit woofy in the evenings when she wants biscuits so I thought I’d give it a
go. It was a scam. After a five-minute video about what a pain it is having you
dog bite the postman, they then asked for a hundred dollars. You’d think that
someone would report these misleading scams, wouldn’t you?
I did.
I Munzed, got Wordle on the second attempt, harvested a
bumper crop of dog turds and got ready for the morning. It was a tad cold so
the dogs all got their coats on. It has to be said that they are far better
with coats than my Fudge ever was. And once coated we set off to Repton.
As we drove Steve was on the radio doing the “Guess the
Lyrics” competition. I had no idea what that was, and we got to the paddock
at Repton before he told us what it was.
Dog Club went rather well. For all that he loves chasing
other dogs, Morgan seems to have stopped nipping. There was quite a bit of
chasing going on today, as well as wallowing in the muddy puddles, and
scrounging for dog treats. Together with one of the smaller children I tried
counting dogs. The trouble with trying to get a dog count is that they all keep
moving about. We both counted a few times, and our estimates of attendance
ranged from seventeen to twenty-two.
As we got into the car to come home Steve gave the last
clue for the Mystery Year competition. Blockbuster by Sweet. 1973.
We came home. As “er indoors TM” looked
for somewhere to park I popped to the corner shop where I got us almond
croissants. Almonds are good for lowering blood pressure, so that
was a result. There are those that say that croissants aren’t so good, but you
can’t have everything. I suspect that after I see the doc next week I won’t be
able to have anything, but time will tell.
We had a cuppa with those almond croissants and I counted
up the Dog Club money. Some people pay their Dog Club subs directly to the
Repton people via text message. Others prefer to pay cash so I pop a pot out
and every couple of weeks I count up the takings and transfer that amount (plus
nine quid for our three) to the Repton people’s bank account. I won’t say
how much I transfer every couple of weeks, but I’ll make the observation that
it is some months since I’ve had to get any cash out of a cashpoint machine.
“er indoors TM” went shopping and
I watched an episode of “Poldark”. Much as I’m liking the show I can
remember Demelza’s bosom heaving a lot more when I watched it last time. From
an entirely beastly point of view I can remember her having a far more
impressive chest than the one she isn’t brandishing at the moment. And with “er
indoors TM” returned from shopping I fell asleep in
front of the telly and slept for most of the afternoon.
The evening wasn’t quite so restful though. Darcie
WaaWaa TM” has come for a sleepover. After a rather intense
session of dog-snogging and then refusing to eat our pizza we then created a
new game which involves shouting “CATCH !” and then flinging various
assorted objects around the kitchen.
I’m worn out… And my blood pressure is noticeably up on
this morning.
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