I put a load of undercrackers in to wash in when I went to
the loo at four o’clock. When I got up later they were ready to tumble-dry.
That’s efficiency !
I looked out of the window at the rain… even though the
weather forecast for that moment locally gave zero per cent chance of rain. It
must be wonderful to be a weather forecaster. The money ain’t bad, and no one
has any expectations of you whatsoever. If the tap is still dripping after the
plumber calls, the customer is all over Facebook ranting. If the car is still
playing up after the trip to the garage, the car goes straight back and the
mechanic knows all about it. But we just accept that weather forecasters simply
can’t do the job for which they are paid… and we all carry on paying them
anyway.
Social media was relatively quiet this morning apart from a
colleague ranting about her useless husband. She rants about her seemingly
useless husband quite a bit; I don’t know if they’ve recently split up. I don’t
like to ask.
I Munzed – our Munzee clan had achieved all our goals for
this month, which was something of a result.
And with the rain drying up I put my boots on and took the
dogs out.
The roads were rather busy this morning, but we got to the
woods and had a good walk. As we went we saw a couple of other groups in the
distance, but only one group got close enough for a chat; a couple with a
labrador that we meet from time to time. We commented on how much litter there
was in the woods. To be fair, very little compared to many places, but more
than there ever used to be. As we walked today I picked up tissue paper, tin
cans and plastic bottles.
Unlike Monday we didn’t see deer, but there was relatively
fresh deer poo, and I saw three slow worms. Bailey found a deer bone that she
wasn’t keen to give up. And my birdsong app would have me believe it detected a
duck. I had my walking boots on today… I’m sure there’s a correlation between
my walking boots and duck detection.
As we walked up the slope to the car park so the drizzle
started again. We came home to see the postman had been. Good news. In the last
financial year I paid too much tax, and HMRC had sent me instructions on how to
claim what I was owed. It wasn’t a massive amount, but it was better than a
poke up the bum.
I put shirts in to wash, made myself a cuppa and went
through the process of getting my refund. It should be with me within five
days.
And then I put “Orange is the New Black” on the
telly, sorted the now-dried undercrackers and cracked on with the ironing. It
took a surprisingly long time. I wrote up a little CPD, solved some
geo-puzzles, had a little sleep then had a look in the garden.
Once I’d gathered dog turds (there were several) I
had a look at the plants I’d transplanted from the bog filter to the main pond
the other day. A few might have survived; most hadn’t.
We had a rather good bit of dinner whilst watching an
episode of “Dogs Behaving (Very) Badly” in which one problem pup was
getting very stressed every time his owners got jiggy.
Personally if more dogs (and humans too) took a
moral stance…
Like all of my non-working days, today was rather busy.
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