I had a rather good night’s sleep for once, but woke
feeling decidedly miserable. But I got up regardless, and did my usual thing of
making toast and peering into the Internet. A few weeks ago my cousin mentioned
that she was hiring a camper van and going on a little expedition with it. Last
night she and her van arrived in Cornwall, and this morning she announced that
she had taken her first ever dump in a campsite. That was nice for her. For all
that it would be utterly impractical, I’m thinking more and more about getting a
camper van. If nothing else kite festivals would be a possibility again.
Yesterday where I had loads of adverts for shirts in
my Facebook feed, today I had adverts for walking holidays around Machu Picchu.
I’d be up for that… or would I? It’s a long way away, and the last time we went
on an international holiday I missed the dogs.
And I saw that one of the leaders of the Willesborough
scout group had died. “Paddington” (as she was known) was quite a
character.
We got the dogs onto their leads. Bailey was dead keen
to go out; Morgan not so. As we drove up to the woods the pundits on the radio
were interviewing some of the head honchos of the Green Party. They are having elections for their leadership, and for all
that the various candidates disagree, they were disagreeing whilst still being
civil. That’s a trick that more politicians could learn; especially when you
bear in mind that what with the recent polling successes of the Greens and
Reform it is quite likely that coalition government of extremes may well be on
the cards in a few years’ time.
We got to the woods and didn’t have the best of walks.
As is always the way in August the woods were swarming with people who rarely (if
ever) take their dogs out. As I walked I was using the dog water bottle as
a dumbbell and was waving it up and down and side to side. Some woman shrieked
at me not to hit Morgan with it. And then another woman shrieked at me that all
dogs must be on leads at all times as dogs off of leads invariably attack each
other. “Don’t you know nothing?” she ranted.
Fortunately none of these idiots ever venture more
than a few hundred yards from the car park. Once we were away from them we had
a good walk. As we walked we met a woman with a Dalmatian that we see from time
to time. She was ranting about all the “holiday dog walkers” as she
called them.
It was a shame that my “Map My Walk” packed up
half-way round.
We came home where I hung out one load of washing and
put another load in to scrub, then made us both a cuppa and wrote
up some CPD before wasting a couple of hours struggling with
the geo-puzzle that has had me going for over a week.
I munzed and Wordled, and after a spot of lunch I did
the dogs’ monthly flea treatments, which went easier than it has done in the
past. And then I got the sander out and had a go at the ceiling of the little
lobby by the bathroom/toilet area. It’s needed sanding for some time. I made
quite a mess doing it.
I had a go at my twenty-minute chair workout worked up
quite a sweat, then quietly walked to the back door and then announced that “I’m
Going To Feed The Fish”. That always gets the dogs going.
“er indoors TM” sorted
a rather good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching a couple of
episodes of “Below
Deck”. Have you ever seen it? It really is all about how
the other half live. People with more money than sense charter a yacht. Hiring
the thing for three days costs two hundred thousand dollars.
I’d love to have more money than sense… but (to be
honest) I probably have.
Today has been dull. I really need to sort out some
sort of project to keep me active…
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