I woke feeling full of energy and raring to go at quarter
to midnight, and dozed fitfully for the rest of the night. I got up feeling
rather grim just before seven o’clock.
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. It was still there. There was consternation on one of the Doctor Who Facebook pages as the deal about the show between the BBC and Disney has packed up. One major change with being a Doctor Who fan these days (as opposed to back when the show was good in the 1970s) is that all the gossip is about the behind-the-scenes stuff and the production of the show.
I munzed and wordled, and got ready for the day.
I got the leads on to the dogs and we went up to the woods. As we drove the pundits on the radio were talking about Elon Musk who has been making apologies on what was once Twitter. It seems he’s finally realized that as a businessman he’s got two sources of income. The American public who he has pissed off big-time by effectively calling them all bone-idle with his DOGE project. And the American government who he has pissed off big-time by squabbling with President Trump.
As we walked we wallowed in swamps, rolled in muck and found deer legs (two). One of the deer legs was rather dry and mummified. The other was rotten, rancid and stinking. I don’t mind the dried out ones; the dogs prefer the rancid ones. Dogs is foul creatures.
After four and a half miles we were back at the car. We came home; I made us a cuppa then played on-line chess against “Daddies’ Little Angel TM” who is surprisingly good at chess.
I then got the last of the fence between our garden and not-so-nice-next-door painted. And with painting painted I then fixed the poggered fence bits as best I could. The fence (probably) is good for a little while yet, but it is years old and needs to be replaced. There’s only so many bodges that can be applied. One of the bigger bodges I applied was to fix where my Fudge once tanked through it, and he’s been gone four years now.
I’ve offered to pay to have it all replaced with new fencing, but I suspect that not-so-nice-next-door realizes that I want the fence replaced and is being difficult.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a cheese sandwich and I spent a little while going through my diary checking that the hours I think I worked agreed with the hours that work thinks I worked (or at least turned up for). I found a few mistakes… all on my part. I wrote up some CPD… then announced that I was going to feed the fish. Dogs leapt up and sprinted out to the pond.
Seeing a rather good evening, “er indoors TM” and I took the dogs down to Orlestone. They’d had four and a half miles round Kings Wood this morning; and got two more miles this evening. I was going to say that they were a tad more willful this evening, but at Orlestone the road runs near the footpaths and so I have to call them more. In Kings Wood I rarely need to call them. I’d rather not call them more than I need to; I’m convinced the more they get called the less notice they take.
With walk walked we came home. Having washed the bedding and got it dried, we then had to put it all back on the bed. That is always hard work.
We had a rather good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching last week’s “Bake Off; The Professionals” and the final episode of “Race Across the World”. I was a tad disappointed that the team I liked didn’t win, but I was pleased that the wet weekend didn’t win either.
As we scoffed and stared at the telly we cracked open a rather good bottle of red wine, and then opened a bottle of amaretto.
Neither bottle saw out the evening,,,
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. It was still there. There was consternation on one of the Doctor Who Facebook pages as the deal about the show between the BBC and Disney has packed up. One major change with being a Doctor Who fan these days (as opposed to back when the show was good in the 1970s) is that all the gossip is about the behind-the-scenes stuff and the production of the show.
I munzed and wordled, and got ready for the day.
I got the leads on to the dogs and we went up to the woods. As we drove the pundits on the radio were talking about Elon Musk who has been making apologies on what was once Twitter. It seems he’s finally realized that as a businessman he’s got two sources of income. The American public who he has pissed off big-time by effectively calling them all bone-idle with his DOGE project. And the American government who he has pissed off big-time by squabbling with President Trump.
As we walked we wallowed in swamps, rolled in muck and found deer legs (two). One of the deer legs was rather dry and mummified. The other was rotten, rancid and stinking. I don’t mind the dried out ones; the dogs prefer the rancid ones. Dogs is foul creatures.
After four and a half miles we were back at the car. We came home; I made us a cuppa then played on-line chess against “Daddies’ Little Angel TM” who is surprisingly good at chess.
I then got the last of the fence between our garden and not-so-nice-next-door painted. And with painting painted I then fixed the poggered fence bits as best I could. The fence (probably) is good for a little while yet, but it is years old and needs to be replaced. There’s only so many bodges that can be applied. One of the bigger bodges I applied was to fix where my Fudge once tanked through it, and he’s been gone four years now.
I’ve offered to pay to have it all replaced with new fencing, but I suspect that not-so-nice-next-door realizes that I want the fence replaced and is being difficult.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a cheese sandwich and I spent a little while going through my diary checking that the hours I think I worked agreed with the hours that work thinks I worked (or at least turned up for). I found a few mistakes… all on my part. I wrote up some CPD… then announced that I was going to feed the fish. Dogs leapt up and sprinted out to the pond.
Seeing a rather good evening, “er indoors TM” and I took the dogs down to Orlestone. They’d had four and a half miles round Kings Wood this morning; and got two more miles this evening. I was going to say that they were a tad more willful this evening, but at Orlestone the road runs near the footpaths and so I have to call them more. In Kings Wood I rarely need to call them. I’d rather not call them more than I need to; I’m convinced the more they get called the less notice they take.
With walk walked we came home. Having washed the bedding and got it dried, we then had to put it all back on the bed. That is always hard work.
We had a rather good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching last week’s “Bake Off; The Professionals” and the final episode of “Race Across the World”. I was a tad disappointed that the team I liked didn’t win, but I was pleased that the wet weekend didn’t win either.
As we scoffed and stared at the telly we cracked open a rather good bottle of red wine, and then opened a bottle of amaretto.
Neither bottle saw out the evening,,,
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