I stood on the scales this morning. I’ve lost three
pounds this month – two and a half stone since the beginning of the year.
That’s a result.
I made toast and had my usual rummage round the
Internet. It was still there. I saw that My Boy TM” had
shared an advert to his Facebook feed. A friend of his was selling his bivvy. A
“bivvy” is a small tent used when fishing. You can get something which is
virtually identical on Amazon brand new for twenty quid, but that would be a “tent”.
A “bivvy” might look exactly the same to the uninitiated, but
second-hand ones change hands for a hundred and fifty quid. You *really*
don’t want to ask what a new one costs.
As I’ve said before, fishing isn’t a cheap hobby these
days.
I Munzed… with one day to go we still haven’t hit out
final target. And I got Wordle (civil) on the third attempt.
Bearing in mind the debacle of yesterday’s traffic I
checked the traffic map. Yesterday one lane of the dual carriageways on the way
to the woods was closed off for absolutely no reason whatsoever. Google said
the roads were clear today, so I believed it and took the dogs out.
We went up to the woods. As we drove the pundits on
the radio were talking about downloading people to the cloud where they would
live forever. As the radio show went on it became very clear that no one really
knew what “downloading people to the cloud” actually meant; let alone
how you might go about it.
We got to the woods; we had a good walk. My birdsong
app told me that coal tits and goldcrest are now rare, and siskins are now
uncommon. They weren’t the last time I detected any of them. And we saw deer; a
herd of half a dozen who stood and watched us. The dogs watched them; it was
only when the deer ran off that the dogs tried to chase them; and it was a
half-hearted chase at best.
We came home for a cuppa, then I had a little look in
the garden. I strimmed the edges and mowed the lawn. I cut back the jungle
which was flowing over the fence. And I made a start at the bald spot on the
lawn. Underneath the garden table is quite a large bald area which doesn’t look
good. So I moved the table out of the way. The bald spot was rock hard so I got
the drill out and drilled a few dozen holes into it. Hopefully rain and dew
will get in and soften it all up and it will re-seed itself. Or it won’t…
I then bionically burned the sunburst pattern up by
the pond. The weeds keep growing through it. I might lift the lot and put more
anti-weed membrane there. And I replaced the battery in the garden clock. It
had lasted six months; I was rather pleased with that, but to be honest I have
no idea if that is good or bad.
I came I for a late lunch. But the time I sorted
myself some peanut butter and marmalade it was after two o’clock. Despite
supposedly being on leave I did some CPD,
then played the bots at chess.
Suddenly the afternoon was all but gone. I stood up
and loudly announced that I was going to “FEED THE FISH””. Dogs went
from snoring to charging down the garden in the blink of an eye.
We had a quick pizza, then popped down to Folkestone for
the geo-meet. It was a shame that Treacle felt the need to scoff the organiser’s
chips, but there it is. Or was. It was a surprisingly well-attended meet-up;
turning up gave us a Treasure and a Souvenir. It would have been good to have
stayed longer, but “er indoors TM” had
bowling.
She dropped me and the dogs home then went off to bowling.
I sorted the dog’s dinners then cracked on with ironing shirts whilst watching
the last episode of “Years and
Years”. If you get a chance, do give it a watch. Bear in mind it was
written in 2018 and predicted COVID, the rise of Reform UK, Trumpism…
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