I was again awake too early this morning. I got up,
watched a bit of telly, then peered into the Internet wondering if much had
happened overnight. It hadn’t really. Not much of note had happened, but bickering
and trivia abounded in social media.
I rolled my eyes as I read one of the work-related Facebook
pages in which youngsters were bemoaning that they had picked the wrong career
having read some made-up rubbish about artificial blood, and reports that blood
banks would soon be unnecessary. I made the observation
that on my first week in a blood bank I was told that there were dogs in Japan
being kept alive on artificial blood, and that I should choose another career
as blood banking would soon be a thing of the past.
That was September 1981...
I had an email. One of my geocaches in Kings Wood is
cracked. Oh well… replacing that will be Monday’s project. We’ll be walking
past it anyway.
I looked at booking a tip slot. There were appointments
available today – but only at eight o’clock in t he morning. The rest of the
day was booked up. I decided against an eight o’clock slot – I needed more than
a few minutes to load the car and I wouldn’t have had time this morning. I’ve
booked eight o’clock on Monday morning instead.
I Munzed, capping the Tree House only a minute after “er
indoors TM” had (which was something of a pain in
the glass), and got Wordle on the third attempt (grown) and then the
dogs came down.
I let them out, and chased after them with a bucket and
trowel. You wouldn’t believe how much dung three small dogs generate. Whilst
they had brekkie I sorted the undercrackers that I’d washed and tumble-dried,
and we set off to Dog Club. As we drove Steve was on the radio doing the “Guess
the Lyrics” competition. “And if you see her please let her know that
I'm well”. No – I’ve no idea either.
Dog Club was rather good. We arrived at the same time as
Smudge and Lilly and Morgan tiddled himself in excitement. Attendance was down
somewhat, but we still had at least fourteen dogs charging about and playing.
They really do love it.
As we drove away from Dog Club Steve was doing the Mystery
Year competition on the radio. “Is Vic There” by Department S. 1982? I
was one year out.
Rather than coming home we took the dogs for a little walk.
We drove out to the church at Hinxhill where we had a little wander round the
graveyard collecting clues to find a geocache, then walked half a mile across
the fields to another geocache. And with a little walk walked we drove up to
Naccolt where we didn’t find a geocache (but I stung my head on a stinging
nettle) and went on to Wye. There’s a co-op there where we got pastries.
And so home where we scoffed the pastries and had a cuppa.
The pastry was sixty calories more than what we’d walked off this morning.
“er indoors TM” went shopping; I
went into the garden and had another look at the disassembled garden table. It
was too big to go in my car to take to the tip, but the council wanted over
forty quid to take it away. I sawed it into pieces of more manageable size; it
*will* fit into the car now. I then re-arranged the rockery so that the
alpine plants look a tad better, then got out the watering can and had a go at
the plants.
“er indoors TM” returned with the
shopping. By then I was aching so I challenged the bots on chess dot com and
did rather well. I’ve been playing a bot with rating two hundred and fifty
recently; today I’ve taken on one with a rating of four hundred. I wonder what
my rating is?
Steve, Sarah and Chris came round, and we had a rather good
evening playing games on the Infinity table. I might not have won, but tonight’s
round of “Game of Life” declared that I had been voted “Nicest Person
Ever” which was something of a result.
As we played so we had the Eurovision Song Contest playing
in the background. Am I being cynical in suggesting that there was a direct
correlation between how crap a song was and the amount of chest being brandished
by the singer?
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