I stood on the scales this morning as I’ve been doing
every Monday morning for the last few weeks, and saw that I’d shifted two more
pounds. The blood pressure remains pretty much unchanged though…
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. Again
social media was alive with memes and posts about Donald Trump, and again there
was pretty much nothing at all about yesterday’s summit meeting in which
various other western leaders got together and decided how the war in Ukraine
might be sorted. Sadly their plan to “sort” it was little more than continued support for
a war which will just go on and on, and they too called for American help. And
there was no mention at all about Mr Zelensky’s meeting
with the King.
Someone with whom I used to work was having a birthday
today. They’d told Facebook they were seven years younger than they actually
were, What was that all about?
I took the dogs out. When we left home there were no
end of parking spaces to be had. I sighed. We walked to where I’d parked when I
came home last night (three streets away) and set off. We left Ashford
in thick fog, but by the time we got to the woods the fog had lifted.
As we walked so Morgan dived into a bush and came out
looking very pleased with himself and carrying something. Bailey ran up to him
and took that something off of him and ran off. I eventually caught her. Morgan
had found (and she had stolen) half a deer’s leg complete with fur and
it still had some meat on it.
I found myself wondering where that had come from. A
deer, obviously. But whether the deer had been taken down or died of natural
causes, something had pulled the leg bone from the carcass, and pulled off the
lower part. Could a fox do that?
I eventually got the bone off of Bailey and buried it
as best I could. After the dogs had dug it up three times I threatened them
that if they dug it up again they would go on their leads, and they left it.
They clearly understood what I was saying.
Shortly after that I heard a commotion in the woods.
Some live deer ran past, including a white one. There’s been reports of white
deer in the woods before, and now I’ve seen one.
As we walked I looked at a couple of geocaches that I
hid there a couple of weeks ago. One of them had acquired a “did not find”
log. I found it. The other one… I’d been told that it was still there at the
base of a tree, but the tree itself had been sawn down in ongoing forestry
work. And it had. Most of the tree was gone, but the cache was still where I’d
left it.
We came home for a cuppa. I munzed and wordled, then
had a little pootle in the shed gathering up rubbish.
And then I drove Treacle to the dog dentist. The vet
hadn’t been impressed with the state of her gob when she had her check-up the
other week, and had suggested a dental scaling… for at least four hundred quid
(and probably more) depending on what they found in her gob. I was
reminded of poor Sid needing dental work doing and “Daddies’ Little Angel TM” getting
quotes. As we’d driven the other day I saw a “Doggy Dentals” van. They
offered “non-invasive ultrasound teeth cleaning” and ”anesthesia-free,
effective plaque and tartar removal” for less than a quarter of what the
vet wanted.
The dog dentist lady had a go at Treacle’s teeth with an
ultrasonic toothbrush, then got out some metal implement and spent fifteen
minutes scraping her teeth. Treacle was as good as gold and didn’t put up a
fight.
I’ve booked her in for another session in six months time.
We came home. I loaded the car ready for the tip run, then
got out the drill. One of the planters in the garden had flooded. It flooded
last year as well. I’ve been meaning to drill a drainage hole in it for a year,
and I finally got round to it.
I then drove to the tip, unloaded all the rubbish,
then came home and spent a few minutes pruning in the garden before falling
asleep on the sofa. I had intended to pressure-wash the front garden and do the
ironing. Oh well; those jobs will keep.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a very good bit of dinner then went off bowling as she does. I settled in front
of the telly.
Yesterday was a bit dull. Today wasn’t.
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