As I rummaged round the internet this morning I saw a
post from our local county councillor which really sums up our society. Over
the last week or so there has been a lot of discontent on social media as many
of the road’s main thoroughfares are blocked up with major road works. Our
local county councillor claimed that the utility companies don’t need
permission or authority to dig up a road; they can just get on and do it. And
this is what had happened. With no overall planning half a dozen individuals
have randomly made a unilateral decision. Each on their own probably did the
right thing; together it was a disaster. Clearly the obvious fault here lies
with whoever made the laws allowing this to happen.
This would be a job for our local MP… so the chaos
will continue.
I went back upstairs and woke “er
indoors TM” and the dogs. Morgan
particularly takes some waking. In much the same way that some people aren’t “morning
people”, Morgan isn’t a “morning dog”. Take our walks – if we go
after ten o’clock he’s raring to go. Before then he needs to be chivvied out of
his basket and once he’s out of the basket he will try to get back into someone
else’s basket or bed.
And then my lap-top whinged and said I should use an
original HP power lead. I use the one that the thing came with – what more does
it want?
I gathered an frankly epic quantity of dog dung from
the garden; you wouldn’t believe how much three small dogs generate. And we got
ready for the off.
We drove round to Repton and Dog Club where there was
already a queue forming to get in. Dog club went reasonably well; Rodney was a
tad demanding, but that’s the sort of dog Rodney is.
From Dog Club we drove up to Badlesmere where we met
Karl and Tracey and we set off for a rather good walk round the local area. It
was a walk we’ve done a few times before. It was nowhere near as muddy as we
thought it might be, and there weren’t any shooting parties in our way. It was
a shame that there were some frankly feral horses in one of the fields through
which the footpaths pass, but we got through.
After a few miles we were back where we started, and
we had a very good dinner in the pub garden. Unusually the Red Lion in
Badlesmere wasn’t completely full at lunch time. Whenever we’ve been there
before at mid-day on a Saturday there has been standing room only. Today maybe
only a third of the tables inside were in use, and we were the only people
sitting outside. But three pints, two large ports, an all-day breakfast and
bread pudding slipped down nicely.
Once home I reported the feral horses to the Rights of
Way people, and with wasn’t long before “My Boy TM” and ”Auntie
Chel TM”, quickly followed by kebabs. We had a rather good games
night. Sorry, Hungry Hippos, Game of Life…
I
took a few photos of today – I’m going to bed. I’m worn out.
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