I slept reasonably well, which was a result. I popped
out to the garden to check the pond. I had a theory about yesterday’s leak. Was
it not so much a leak as plants bunging up the outflow? I unbunged the outflow
last night and overnight the water level had remained unchanged. That was an
easy fix.
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. It was
still there. This morning Facebook presented me with several posts about snake
keeping. Some idiot had posted a video of him feeding a dead rat to his boa
constrictor. Having fed many dead rats to boa constrictors (I really have!), here’s a tip. Hold
the dead rat in a very long pair of tongs and wear a glove. Snakes have heat
detectors in their snouts – they “see” heat. If you offer the food in
your hand they will smell the food but sense the warmth of your hand, and go
for your hand rather than the dead rat. Been there, done that. Interestingly no
end of other people considering themselves experts on the matter found no end
of fault with the video of the idiot feeding his boa constrictor. The vivarium
was the wrong shape, the water bowl was too small, the substrate was wrong… no
one had any issue with holding the dead rat in his hand…
Like so many hobbies, snake-herding was (and
clearly still is) one big argument.
We got the dogs on to their leads and went off to find
the car. The forecast had been for rain, but we’ve had forecasts of rain
recently (!)
We drove up to Kings Wood. As we drove the pundits on
the radio were interviewing someone or other. I have no idea who it was, but
judging from what was being said I would guess it was the Minister for Sending
Them All Back On The Next Banana Boat; just lately there’s been no end of talk
about sorting out the illegal immigrants. I got the distinct impression that
the government chap being interviewed was scared that if the current Labour
government doesn’t do something they will be out on their arses and replaced by
whatever the Nigel Farage Club will be called in four years’ time.
We got to the woods, and first off we walked to the
location of one of my geocaches which had been logged as not being there. Someone
had logged “Got to the area and many trees now coppiced. Couldn't find it
near the location”. We got to the location and couldn’t see a coppiced tree
within fifty yards, and saw the cache laying in the open pretty much exactly
where it was supposed to be. I covered the thing with a couple of sticks and we
carried on with what turned out to be a dull walk. We walked for nearly for and
a half miles and didn’t see anyone else at all. We didn’t chase anything, the
swamps were only paw-deep, and what we rolled in was only dry mud which soon
brushed off.
We came home. With “er indoors TM” in the
office today I made a cuppa for just me and had a look at the monthly accounts.
Time to make some economies, perhaps?
I wrote
up some CPD, gathered dog turds and then had a go at my chair workout. My
watch doesn’t seem to recognise that as exercise, but I certainly do. I thought
about mowing the lawn, but the sky was getting rather black, so I had a pot
noodle instead.
By the time I’d scoffed the pot noodle the rain had
started. I put “Orange is the New Black” on Netflix and slobbed in front
of the telly until the plumber arrived. He was early. He spotted the issue with
the leaking radiator; it had rusted through. He disconnected it and drained it,
measured it up and will be back next week with a new one. Hopefully. There was
talk of problems with the boiler making the water be a mucky colour, but that’s
an issue for later.
“er indoors TM” returned and
boiled up a rather good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching an
episode of Celebrity Bake Off from ages ago.
I really should have an early night – I’ve got to leave
home about six o’clock tomorrow morning.
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