Apart from waking with a dead arm (where Treacle had
been sleeping on it) I slept reasonably well. I made toast and peered into
the Internet. No new geocaches this morning. That’s my streak of a First to
Find every month ended.
Facebook was odd this morning. This morning I had seemingly
endless posts about the 1980s TV show “Auf Wiedersehn Pet” for no reason
that I could fathom. I also had quite a few posts from a new business that had
recently started up in Hastings Old Town. The chap posting under the name of
that business was being incredibly opinionated… I can see that in doing this he
will attract some new customers and put off others. It’s always a good idea not
to piss off your target audience.
I Munzed, got Wordle (geese) on the fourth attempt,
and got ready for the off.
I took the dogs up to the woods. As we drove the pundits on
the radio were talking about a recent survey about the use of Smartphones by
children. Schools don’t like them, but parents like than as they can keep in
constant contact with their children. Do parents *really* need to be in
such constant contact with their children? When I was a lad I’d shove off out
for pretty much all of the entire daylight hours. The last thing I wanted was
mum constantly fussing, and mum never seemed overly fussed about where I was
anyway. And neither did the parents of any of my mates.
And there was talk about the classic 1960s TV show “Thunderbirds”;
today marks the sixtieth anniversary of the
first ever broadcast of the first episode.
We got to the woods and walked a different route to our
usual one. Treacle found a muddy puddle and a dead squirrel, and we saw the
deer again. I ran my bird app – we didn’t hear a siskin today, but the coal
tits and goldcrest that the app said were rare yesterday weren’t rare any more.
After four and a half miles we were back at the car. We
came home listening to the pundits on the radio talking about the film “American Psycho”. The
implication was that everyone has seen this film. I haven’t; it sounded quite
good from what was said.
Once home I sorted us both a cuppa. We had a mini-crunchie
with it as a special treat. Back in the day I would have popped up to the
corner shop for an almond croissant each. A mini-crunchie has one hundred and
ten calories; an almond croissant more than four times that amount. Back in the
day I was two and a half stone heavier.
This diet lark is all about being aware of just what it is
that you shove down your neck.
Yesterday I drilled some holes in the rock-hard bald spot
on the lawn. This morning I had a stroke of genius. The seed that the birds
scatter from the feeder keeps sprouting. So I carefully plucked some of the
sprouting grasses and carefully poked them into the holes. It didn’t take long
for me to realise that this was a lot like farting about.
I then had another stroke of genius. I poked some of the
bird seed into the drilled holes and covered them over. I watered the lot down.
Either it will go some way to mending the poggered lawn or it won’t.
I then spent a while generally tidying up. There was no end
of twigs and dead leaves that needed picking up. The end result of gardening is
a pretty garden, but it is hard work and an ultimately futile exercise. You
work really hard just to maintain the status quo.
Suddenly it was two o’clock. I had some peanut butter on
toast for lunch, then cracked on in the garden again. First to the the pond.
There was a surprising amount of dead plant floating in there. That came out.
The aerating pump needed the green muck scraping off. I thought about pruning
the bog filter… and decided not to.
I then moved to the small pond. The plants there needed
serious pruning, the aerating pump there also needed green muck scraping off,
and the water needed topping up a bit. I wonder if that pond could do with
being deeper? It’s on a concrete base so going down isn’t an option. Putting
another layer of sleepers round the top would be easy enough… Maybe next
spring?
It was getting a tad cold so I came in. I updated my geocaching
profile to include the badge I’d earned by showing up at last
night’s geo-meet… I intended to update it; I trashed it. Putting it right only
took an hour.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a
rather good dinner which we scoffed whilst watching more “Destination X”
in which some of the contestants were stating to get rather competitive and
others were surprised to find that their fellow contestants were contestants in
a game and not their best buddies.
We’re now watching a celebrity version of “The Weakest
Link” which is so obviously faked – people *can’t* be that stupid.
Can they?
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