Today’s main task was to top up the water in the pond… I
knew it needed doing, but last night the water lever was really low. Being wide
awake far too early this morning as I had a shave I could hear noise outside. Not-so-nice-next-door
was crashing about her garden at six o’clock. Seeing she was up and making
noise I decided the sound of running out a hose was nothing in comparison to
what she was doing so I ran out the hose and started the topping up.
I made toast, watched some telly, then peered into the
internet. It was still there. There was upset from friends in Folkestone as
apparently the harbour arm is to have housing built on it in addition
to more businesses. Good luck with that – the beach is a bleak place for nine
months of the year; let alone effectively being a hundred yards out at sea.
There wasn’t a lot else going on. I checked my blood
pressure, munzed, got Wordle at the third attempt and went to have a look at
how the pond was doing. I turned off the hose, put some washing in, and took
the dogs out.
As we drove the pundits on the radio were talking about
last night’s vote in Parliament to de-criminalise abortion. And
rightly so. Someone or other was brought on who commented how the UK’s attitude
to abortion is completely at odds to that of the USA. Because here in the UK we
consider the issue whereas in the USA the average punter goes with what their
religious leaders tell them to think. The observation was made that Americans
go big on religious freedoms which (for the most part) means to blindly
do as they are told by those threatening them with eternal damnation if they
don’t hand over lots of money.
This was followed by talk about Independent Bookshop
Week. Again what could have been an interesting discussion was
totally scuppered by the guest speaker constantly mumbling “Um – yeah – you
know” rather than using coherent sentences. You’d think that the radio
show’s producers might have recorded that little interview yesterday and thrown
it away rather than wasting live air-time.
We got to the woods and walked a different route to our
usual one. Joggers seemed to be out in force today. As we walked the dogs found
something disgusting and rolled in it and ate it until I could chivvy them away
from it.
We came home for a wash.
With dogs washed I finished off topping up the pond, then watered
round as I had the hose out, and I got a couple of fence panels painted. I’m
now on to the bigger panels which take longer to do. I got two done, then got
the acrylic paints out and painted up a garden ornament. One which hung on the
front of my mum’s house for years. It’s supposed to be birds on a branch, but
because it had never been painted it could have been anything. I got the leaves
and branches painted; I shall do the birds tomorrow.
I then sat down by the pond… and fell asleep.
“er indoors TM” finished work and
we took the dogs down to Orlestone. The dogs were rather willful this evening.
Treacle found a swamp, and Bailey vanished down a rabbit hole. Morgan was a
good boy, but we were waiting for him to run amok.
We came home via Long Length where there was (and still
is) a particular geocache finding
which gives us one of the Planet Treasures that we’ve been hunting. The description
for the series of caches said “This is not the average geocache route as you
will not find any normal small container on its own, it either has something
with it, it is an unusual container or you have to find a way to retrieve it”.
The description for this particular cache said “Behind the log. Stay here
all day every day to get inside”. We found an old toolbox behind a log. I wonder
what all the hype was about.
We came home where Treacle had her second bath of the day,
and I had a look at the pond. The water level has definitely gone down again.
It has been hot recently… but not *that* hot? I do hope the pond hasn’t
sprung a leak…
I shall top it up and have a look in the morning.
Today was a not-working-day. I haven’t stopped and I’ve
walked over twenty thousand steps. There’s talk of opening a bottle of plonk in
a bit.
I deserve one.
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