Facebook was rather quiet this morning as I scoffed my
morning toast, but I saw I had a message via geocaching dot com. Someone had
been out hunting for my geocaches in Kings Wood, found some issues and put them
right. Was that OK? I wish more people would do that; trouble is a strict
interpretation of the rules means that it isn’t really, and there are those who
loudly advocate a blind adherence to the rules. I wish they wouldn’t.
I munzed and wordled, and wrote up some CPD, put a load of
washing in to scrub, then got ready for Dog Club.
As we drove to Dog Club so Steve wasn’t on the radio.
Perhaps I’m being a tad unfair, his stand-in wasn’t quite up to the job.
Dog Club was fun; probably about twenty dogs along and all
had a great time. Mind you there was a fair bit of dog un-morality going on
today. I wish the boy dogs wouldn’t all try to hump each other. Sadly there was
one minor hiccup. Not only had no one cleared the dog dung bag from last week,
people had stuck their coffee cups and water bottles into the bag as well. We
have an issue with the later groups in that few of the people there are
prepared to put themselves out. This morning at our early group two people
brought along large amounts of water for the dogs without being prompted. At
the later groups there is one person who is prepared to chip in. And if she
can’t make it, no one sorts out the dog poo bag.
The reason that I bring home the money after the first of
three sessions is that no one at a later session is prepared to sort it.
Sorting it takes maybe five minutes once every two weeks.
“er indoors TM” went to craft
club. I brought the dogs home, hung out the washing, ironed the shirts, made
myself a cuppa and spent just over three minutes (I timed it) counting
the Dog Club money and paying it into the bank.
I wasted a little time playing chess against on-line bots,
then went into the garden and started painting the fence. It’s a tedious job
which takes an age, but is probably worthwhile. After an hour or so I had two
smaller panels painted. I sat in the sunshine and read my Kindle until “er
indoors TM” returned.
After a quick ham roll we drove round to the Repton estate
to make sure the dog dung bad had gone. It had.
We then drove on to Rolvenden. Last week we had a rather
good little walk around there; we had another one this week. It was a shame we
lost the smaller dogs in a thicket, but that’s the sort of dogs they are.
After ten thousand steps we were back at the car. We came
home, Treacle had a bath, and once we’d done the “Feed The Fish”
ceremony it was time for Doctor Who with pie and chips.
Doctor Who was rather good… better than it has been
recently. I think where the show is going wrong is having complete stories in one
hour-long episodes. Back in the day there were shorter episodes with cliff-hanger
endings. I think that format worked better…
We’re now watching “Scooby
Doo - The Sword and the Scoob”.
So far it’s on the crap side… I’m also pulling small thorns out of Bailey. I
suspect Morgan will need a going-over too. They will run into the bramble
thickets…
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