With nothing on the agenda for today my plan had been to
have something of a lie in. Sadly I woke before four o’clock, and by the time
I’d been lying in my pit bored senseless for three hours I’d had enough.
I got up and had my usual morning brekkie ritual.
The plan had been to watch last night’s episode of “Doctor
Who” this evening, but with the amount of spoilers all over the internet
this morning I found myself if I needed to see the show. There wasn’t much else
going on really. I munzed, Wordled, and went into the garden to have a look at
fixing that flooding gusher.
I had a stroke of genius – water needed to go through the
weed proof membrane… so the weed proof membrane needed a couple of holes. All I
needed to do was to scrape the shingle off of the two lowest points, cut an
inch square hole in the weed proof membranes, put it all back together and all
would be sorted.
Scraping back the shingle was easy enough, but cutting the
membrane took some doing. My Stanley knife was slightly more blunt than my bum.
I really would have had more luck rubbing my backside against the membrane than using that Stanley knife. But then I
remembered. Last weekend when I tidied the shed I labelled one of the drawers “Sharp
Things”. And I stuck a packet of new Stanley knife blades in that drawer.
There are those who feel that sharp things are best left in a drawer labelled “Sharp
Things”, but I managed to fit the new blade without severe laceration. And
equipped with a sharp blade I soon cut the holes I needed.
And then… more painting of garden ornaments. Rabbits,
otters, frogs, crocodiles, lions. All came out rather well except the lions. Do
you remember that episode of “Only Fools and Horses” in which Del Boy
paints Mr. Chin’s Chinese restaurant with bright yellow luminous paint? The
lions came out rather reminiscent of that.
We took the dogs out. We went to Broomhill Sands again.
Being the weekend we thought the place might be busy so we left it till later
in the day. There weren’t that many normal people abut, but there were a *lot*
of kite-surfers. I counted fifty at one point. As they surfed and flew into the
air, Treacle got incredibly over-excited as I threw pebbles into the water for
her, and Bailey got incredibly over-excited as she found a week-dead dogfish.
All three joined in with the dogfish which we eventually got from them, but
Bailey then found something else equally foul. I have no idea what it was – she
ate it before I could get it from her.
We came home and I had a look on Amazon. Pausing only
briefly to cancel the internal paint I bought by mistake I ordered a job lot of
garden ornament paints which should be here tomorrow. Hopefully in time for me
to tone those lion statues down a tad.
“er indoors TM” sorted a rather
good pasta bake which we scoffed whilst watching last night’s episode of “Doctor
Who” despite having seen all the spoilers earlier.
It was far better than the Christmas episode we watched
last night, but I found myself asking what the writers were up to. One minute
the show was a serious hard-hitting drama; the next a frankly ridiculous farce.
Let’s hope the show improves… I want to like it.
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