I slept rather well last night which wasn’t really
surprising, but I must admit I had been expecting a bit more of a headache. In
retrospect polishing off an entire bottle of amaretto was a tad keen.
I made toast and peered into the Internet as I do. It was
still there. Today’s petty squabble on Facebook was about who pays the vet
bills. Do you pay the vet and claim from the insurance company, or does the
insurance company pay the vet directly? Obviously it depends on the insurance
policy that you’ve got, but people were getting amazingly confrontational about
the matter.
And I was presented with adverts for a three-week cruise
taking in Antarctica, South Georgia and the Falkland Islands.
I’ve been getting these for some time now. I can’t say I’m overly keen on the
idea of a cruise anyway, and at twenty thousand quid each it’s a tad expensive.
I munzed, and got Wordle on the fifth attempt. Any word
with an “X” in it takes some doing. I put some washing in, and rather
than going to the woods I cracked on in the garden. I got the lawn mowed and a
panel of fence painting before we were due at the vet for the annual check-up
and jabs. The vet seemed happy with Morgan and Bailey; sadly I don’t think the
feeling was mutual.
We came home, collected Treacle, and went up the woods
about three hours later than usual. We walked our usual walk and saw slow worms
and fox poo as we went. We left the slow worm alone, but the dogs ate the fox
poo that they didn’t smear over their ears and backs. Dogs is foul creatures.
Again I ran my birdsong app, and I think I’ve discovered a
hiccup with it. Periodically it detects ducks that aren’t there… I *think*
it is hearing my creaking boots.
As we walked back to the car a passing normal person took a
shine to the pups. I told her not to stroke them as they were covered in fox
poo. She smiled politely at me with a “WTF are you talking about”
expression, stroked them both, and then realized that they were both covered in
fox poo.
I did tell her…
We came home for a bath.
With dogs scrubbed we had a cheese sandwich, then I cracked
on with fence painting. I got another panel painted, but the next one was in a
bit of a state, so I put the paint away and spent an hour or so sorting out
poggered fence panels. The panels really need replacing, but they will do for
another year.
I didn’t feel like any more painting; by the time I’d run
round with the watering can and done the “Feed The Fish” ritual the
afternoon was pretty much all gone.
“er indoors TM” finished work and
we took the dogs down to Orlestone for an evening walk. Bearing in mind my duck
theory I wore trainers. As we walked round the woods I did three separate ten-minute
recordings and didn’t detect a single duck.
We came home and had a rather good ploughman’s lunch for
tea.
I’ve walked over twenty-one thousand steps today… I’m worn
out.
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