I had another restless night, but not as restless as some
have been recently. I gave up trying to sleep, made toast and peered into the
internet.
I foresee problems at Dog Club… Some woman wants to bring
her huge Alsatian to the small dog session because she feels he would be
terrified by the bigger dogs at the bigger dog sessions. She wasn’t impressed
when I told her that the small dogs at the small dog session would be terrified
of her huge Alsatian, and was even less impressed when I told her that we can’t
cater for every single dog. She then tried the line that she came to Dog Club
years ago when it first started and somehow seemed to think that that gave her
seniority over everyone who currently goes, but after a lot of to-ing and
fro-ing she says she will come to the later session, but walk round outside the
paddock during the earlier sessions (presumably trying to justify why she
and her dog should come in).
I’ve tried to be polite with this woman, but much as I like
and enjoy Dog Club, sometimes it can be a pain. I’m reminded of the snake club
and the Kent-wide sci-fi club and the snake club and the astro club. All of
those started so well and ended up as one big argument. I suppose Dog Club is
different in that I never asked to take it on; there have never been any
elections. I volunteered to open the gate once, and suddenly I’m running the
show as a (mostly) benign dictatorship.
With the dogs having had their brekkie we went out. As I
drove there was an interview with Ruth Jones (Nessa
out of Gavin and Stacey) on the radio. She was very interesting, and didn’t
sound at all like her Nessa character.
This was followed by live footage from the Prime Minister’s
speech in which he plans to put a stop to the uncontrolled immigration. This
speech was then discussed with one of the head honchos of Reform UK who, like
everyone connected with Reform UK, spoke a lot of what sounded like sense until
you actually gave it any thought. For example what do you do if you advertise a
job and not a single UK resident applies for it? This is something I had when I
used to advertise jobs, and something that care home manager in Cornwall were
asking about this morning. Sadly the chap being interviewed refused to answer
this point.
We got to the woods and had a good walk. We mostly walked
what has become our usual circuit, but we did walk a path that went up over one
of the hills. We’ve seen this path from the bottom of the hill, but never
walked up it before. It was rather pretty up the top.
We walked nearly four and a half miles, and as we went we
only saw two other dog walkers.
Once home I made us both a cuppa, then cracked on in the
garden. Last weekend the garden table had crunched, so I took it down and moved
it out of the way. Hopefully the nice man from the council will come take it
away soon. I mowed the lawn, cleaned out the little pond’s filter then ran out
the hose. Whilst the ponds got topped up I went round with the small
pressure-washer and hosed the bird poo of the garden gnomes. You’d be amazed
how much dung the local birds generate. I suppose I’ve only myself to blame for
feeding them.
And then I went on Amazon and ordered up more armpit
squirt. The stuff is easier to order from Amazon than it is to fart about going
to the shops to get. And I renewed our membership of The Friends of Kings Wood.
I’m not sure what I get from being a member, but I’d rather be a member than
not. And I booked vaccination appointments for Bailey and Morgan. They won’t
like that, but they’d like it a lot less if they went down with some completely
avoidable disease.
“er indoors TM” went bowling; I
sparked up the telly. Two episodes of Doctor Who from the early 1970s were
rather good. Back then the special effects weren’t that good, so the show’s
makers had a plot instead. Something the makers of today’s episodes might try.
And then an episode of “Black Mirror” which was
good, but not as good as the ones I watched last week.
I’m worn out; I really could do with a decent night’s
sleep.
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