Every Monday morning I stand on the scales… my weight
has been holding constant at one pound under fifteen stone for some time now. I
suppose holding constant at a lot less than what it used to be is something of
a result, but I’d rather more came off.
I made toast and peered into a dull Internet. Despite
having left so many groups and “de-interested” myself from no end of
nonsense on Facebook I was still being presented with a lot of utterly
irrelevant drivel. I want to see what family and friends have been up to –
that’s why I tune in every morning.
With “er indoors TM” fetching
“Daddies’ Little Angel TM” (who had an errand to run)
I tuned Alexa to Radio Four. The pundits on the radio were interviewing the
head honcho of the co-op who was talking about how so many failing pubs and
theatres are being bought up by local communities. But for all the talk there
was no mention about whether these ventures made a go of that which they’d
bought. I was reminded of “Daddies’ Little Angel TM” little
shop in Margate when she found that the local Tesco was selling pretty much
everything cheaper than she could get stuff wholesale from the cash and carry.
The UK has formally recognized the state
of Palestine, and has asked the Israeli government not to go attacking
innocents in retaliation. And there was talk of Gatwick
airport for which permission
has been given for a second runway.
There’s very rarely anything positive in the news, is
there?
The radio then said there would be rain showers today
in Kent… even though their own website’s weather forecast said there wouldn’t
be.
I put a load of washing in and then went down the road
to the dentist. Every time I go there I vow never again and say I will look at
going elsewhere in future. The problem is that the local dentist has one
overriding advantage over every other dentist in that it is local.
I got there and was told to fill in my car details. I
asked why; apparently they need to know who is in the car park. I explained
that I’d walked; the woman behind the counter asked me again to fill in my car
details. Eventually after telling her three times that I had no car in the car
park she moved on to the next frustration where I did a self-service check-in.
I was only quarter of an hour late getting in to see
the dentist, who said that all was well with my gob. I was five minutes late
with the hygienist. She apologised that she had no dental nurse to help her
today, and said she’d be doubling up. She arranged the suction hose so that it
didn’t need to be held by anyone, and managed to do her thing before she drowned
me.
As I booked my next appointments so the receptionists
were having a “dabbing at each other” fight. I shall let that pass –
there will be an entirely new reception staff when I next visit; no one lasts
at that place.
I came home, hung out the washing then ran round with
the poo bucket before getting the lawn mower out. Running round with the poo
bucket before getting the lawn mower out is the only way to do it. Trust me (!)
I then cleaned out the big pond’s pressure filter,
pruned the plants in the little pond, and planted that conker I’d picked up on
yesterday’s walk.
“Daddies’ Little Angel TM” had
run her errand by then so I drove her home. By the time I got back and made us both a
cuppa the morning had gone.
Bailey was keen to go out, and when I picked up the
leads so Morgan perked up. Treacle soon got the idea and we went off on a
little adventure. As we walked to the car so not-so-nice next-door was
coming up the road. Fortunately the dogs didn’t bark at her. She’s complained
before that the dogs always bark at her; at the time I told her that was
because the dogs don’t like her. She’s not the easiest of neighbours; I usually
try to be civil but she really doesn’t want to know.
We drove out to where we went last week. Last week I
planned out some possible locations for geocaches. The geo-feds had given the
thumbs-up to the locations and this afternoon I put the pots out. Last week
Bailey seriously ran amok in those woods so I watched her like a pork (to
coin a phrase). She was better than she has been recently; only getting on
the wrong side of one fence, and not disappearing at all.
As we walked I realised I’d made a total stuff-up of
one of the geo-locations I’d found, but nothing that wasn’t soon put right.
We came home to find “er indoors TM” fighting
with her new printer. As she struggled to get it to work I told the geo-feds
all about those new geocaches. And with that done I got the washing in and
spent an hour or so doing the ironing. Tedious, but a job that needed doing.
I fed the fish. We’d found some old boilies that “My Boy TM” had
left in the freezer (many years ago). The fish didn’t like those; I
didn’t try them on the dogs.
I wrote up some
CPD, and had a look at a project I first started for
the trainees where I used to work many years ago. I’ve been asked to help with
the trainees… I wonder if I might dust that off?
“er indoors TM” boiled
up pizza then went bowling. I started watching something new on Netflix. “Years and Years”
features him who was the werewolf in “Being Human” and “Budgie”
in “Gavin and Stacey”. Made six years ago it tells the take of a
dystopian Britain in what was then the near future. It isn’t entirely unlike what’s
happening in the world today…
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