Despite the longest walk for some time yesterday I didn’t
sleep very well last night. I peered into the Internet as I scoffed my morning
toast. It was still there. According to social media very little had happened
yesterday. I suspect things happened; just no one chose to tell the world about
it. Such a shame when you are a very nosey person like I am.
I had a message though. Someone had contacted me via the Dog Club Facebook page. They have a lurcher that wants to play with other dogs… All the details about Dog Club are on the page. No one reads them. Everyone asks the same questions and I spend ages messaging to and fro with people. Maybe one in ten of these people every pluck up the courage to actually turn up at Dog Club…
I wandered off down the road to find my car. After all these years I still walk past not-so-nice-next-door's front door with a sense of dread. For years he would lie in wait for me, and as I walked past he would burst out shouting "I say! I say!" and then regale me with a list of petty triviality about whichever of the locals he felt had slighted him recently, and whatever aspect of my life he had decided to disapprove of. How I mowed my lawn, the colour I painted my shed, my choice of garden décor, who I spoke with in the street... he found fault with everything I did and felt it his duty to put me right with annoying regularity. If I didn't listen to him ranting on, he would take offence and start ranting about that.
I wonder whatever happened to him?
I found my car and wet off to work. I drove up the motorway through the Operation Brock stupidity in which I was tail-ended by a Belgian lorry who clearly felt I wasn't going fast enough. I just slowed until he got the message, overtook me and then drove off at speed. I've heard it said that the speed penalties incurred in the Operation Brock only apply to UK drivers. Apparently they now do apply to foreign drivers, but it is difficult to enforce... or so those that can't be bothered to enforce it claim.
As I pulled into the works car park so my phone beeped. A new geocache at Lenham station. I could have got it on the way to work had I been starting just a little later.
I got on with work. There's been three Bank Holiday Mondays this year... I've worked two of them. I don't mind working Bank Holidays when the weather is iffy, but the morning was rather glorious as I looked out of the window. The forecast rain hadn't happened. I looked out of the window a few times as I worked. As the morning wore on so the clouds gathered. It was raining by the time I came home. Fortunately whilst it was raining in Maidstone, it was still bright at home.
We took the dogs to Orlestone for a little walk. The dogs were mostly well behaved, but we had a minor episode when Bailey ran into a thicket and came out with a bloody head. She’d obviously caught herself on one of the bigger brambles. Silly dog.
As we walked I tried out my birdsong app. I told me that it had detected a goldcrest which was “rare”. Mind you, Wikipedia doesn’t think that goldcrests are “rare”. And if my faith in my app hadn’t been absolute, I might just be a tad suspicious when it told me that it had detected a swan.
I had a message though. Someone had contacted me via the Dog Club Facebook page. They have a lurcher that wants to play with other dogs… All the details about Dog Club are on the page. No one reads them. Everyone asks the same questions and I spend ages messaging to and fro with people. Maybe one in ten of these people every pluck up the courage to actually turn up at Dog Club…
I wandered off down the road to find my car. After all these years I still walk past not-so-nice-next-door's front door with a sense of dread. For years he would lie in wait for me, and as I walked past he would burst out shouting "I say! I say!" and then regale me with a list of petty triviality about whichever of the locals he felt had slighted him recently, and whatever aspect of my life he had decided to disapprove of. How I mowed my lawn, the colour I painted my shed, my choice of garden décor, who I spoke with in the street... he found fault with everything I did and felt it his duty to put me right with annoying regularity. If I didn't listen to him ranting on, he would take offence and start ranting about that.
I wonder whatever happened to him?
I found my car and wet off to work. I drove up the motorway through the Operation Brock stupidity in which I was tail-ended by a Belgian lorry who clearly felt I wasn't going fast enough. I just slowed until he got the message, overtook me and then drove off at speed. I've heard it said that the speed penalties incurred in the Operation Brock only apply to UK drivers. Apparently they now do apply to foreign drivers, but it is difficult to enforce... or so those that can't be bothered to enforce it claim.
As I pulled into the works car park so my phone beeped. A new geocache at Lenham station. I could have got it on the way to work had I been starting just a little later.
I got on with work. There's been three Bank Holiday Mondays this year... I've worked two of them. I don't mind working Bank Holidays when the weather is iffy, but the morning was rather glorious as I looked out of the window. The forecast rain hadn't happened. I looked out of the window a few times as I worked. As the morning wore on so the clouds gathered. It was raining by the time I came home. Fortunately whilst it was raining in Maidstone, it was still bright at home.
We took the dogs to Orlestone for a little walk. The dogs were mostly well behaved, but we had a minor episode when Bailey ran into a thicket and came out with a bloody head. She’d obviously caught herself on one of the bigger brambles. Silly dog.
As we walked I tried out my birdsong app. I told me that it had detected a goldcrest which was “rare”. Mind you, Wikipedia doesn’t think that goldcrests are “rare”. And if my faith in my app hadn’t been absolute, I might just be a tad suspicious when it told me that it had detected a swan.
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