I slept well, but woke aching. That happens more and
more these days. I wish it didn’t. I made toast and peered into the Internet as
I do every morning. It was much the same as ever really. Squabbles about trivia
and adverts for that in which I had absolutely no interest abounded. There was
an interesting post – someone I vaguely know through geocaching was asking if
anyone knew of a reliable psychic. Obviously this post had got a load of
sarcasm. I remember back in the day I used to try to sell
my paintings at the psychic fairs. I can remember one incredibly poorly
attended session when it struck me that if any of the psychics in attendance
were any good they wouldn’t have wasted their time. I can also remember one
well-attended event when people were paying a lot of good money for massively
overpriced crystals. There was a “faith healer” there who was charging a
small fortune to wave feathers over the public, and he couldn’t keep up with
the demand. There was an odd pervy bloke who was getting people to pay him to
rub their feet. And there was a bloke who would surround you with tin foil,
take a photo of you with flash photography and then (for a mere tenner)
then explain your aura to you. People
couldn’t give the crackpots money fast enough, and I never made enough to even
cover my costs.
As I peered into the Internet so Treacle and Bailey
sat on the back of the sofa and growled at every passer-by. I wish they
wouldn’t.
I Munzed, then took the dogs up to the woods. As I
drove the pundits on the radio were talking about some epic meeting that
happened yesterday between the Ukrainian President and no end of Western
leaders who are keen to keep the Americans paying for their proxy war against
Russia. For once the Ukrainian chap was expressing gratitude.
We got to the woods; we walked a different route to
our usual one. As we went so Treacle found a deer skull and wallowed in a
swamp. Bailey rolled in something foul, and I found a strange object which
turned out to be an Asian
hornet trap. We only saw two other people; both over two miles
from the car park, and one of them was carrying their cup of coffee in a
cardboard Costa cup. That must have been stone cold.
After five miles we were back at the car. We came home
where Bailey had a bath. I sorted us a cuppa and we had a Belgian bun with it.
At three hundred calories that put back over half the calories I’d just walked
off round the woods.
I rescheduled dentist appointments, booked the car’s
MOT, then went into the garden and lined the three planter boxes I’ve been
working on over the last few days.
By then it was lunch time. “er indoors TM” and
I loaded the dogs into the car and we popped over to the garden centre. Having built
and painted some planter boxes we needed something to plant in them. And
something in them in which to plant the somethings. Two bags of compost and a
few plants saw off the thick end of fifty quid. I think that next year I might
get a few bags of seeds and grow my own plants.
We came home again for a cuppa and a hot cross bun (not
quite two hundred calories) and then I went back into the garden. I got the
compost into the planters and then the plants, and I sorted out the plastic
planters that used to be round the rockery (and didn’t really work there).
I did my chair workout, then played the bots on chess
dot com. I won some games, and so did they.
“er indoors TM” finished
work and we took the dogs down to Orlestone. The dogs seemed to like their
bonus two miles this evening.
We came home for a dinner of bangers and mash which we
scoffed whilst watching more “Lego Masters: Australia”.
And I really should have an early night – I’ve walked
over twenty-one thousand steps today…
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