Sometimes I worry about what goes on in my head – I
woke in a cold sweat at four o’clock this morning following a very vivid dream
in which I’d been sent to rescue the Baptist minister of Minehead (who is in
reality an old school friend of mine) from a very camp policeman who wanted
to take him on an Open University Summer School.
What was that all about?
I completely forgot to put the washing machine on,
made toast and had a look at the Internet. It was dull but I had several emails
exhorting me to buy the latest Harry Potter Lego sets. Have you seen the price of them?
I took the dogs out. As I drove the pundits on the
radio were talking about how it is becoming more and more likely that the
odious Nigel Farage will be the next Prime Minister. Not because of any of
his policies, but because the average voter feels that they know what he stands
for whether or not they agree with him. Apparently people would rather vote for
someone with whom they totally disagree rather than for someone with no clear
agenda. Democracy, eh?
And there was an interview with Tottenham Hotspur
football club’s director of football. Apparently some head honcho there has
left or got the sack or something. This director of football bloke wasn’t happy
because everyone seems to judge Tottenham Hotspur football club on the results
of the football team (or lack of results). This bloke seemed to be
rather miffed that no one takes any notice of how profitable the Tottenham
Hotspur football club business is. From the way he was speaking he was of the
impression that professional football clubs are money-making businesses (what
with all the merchandising and season tickets and stuff) and should be
rated like any other business. Clearly hoofing a ball round a field was very
low down the list of his priorities.
We got to the woods and had a good dry walk. Treacle
found a big puddle to paddle in. Morgan and Bailey found a herd of deer to
chase. We saw a cyclist; we rarely see those in Kings Wood. Morgan didn’t get
run over but it was close.
We met a fellow dog walker we see from time to time. We
exchanged pleasantries and as we walked away I overheard her saying to her mate
that she loves my three dogs as they are such an unlikely combination.
I suppose they are.
We came home and I put the washing in to scrub. After
a quick cuppa I cracked on in the garden. It was good to get into the garden;
what with all the rain I’ve been going stir-crazy this week. I had a look at
that planter that “My Boy TM” gave
me. I sawed some off-cuts to shape and built an internal shelf for the thing
then got a first coat of paint onto it, hung out the washing then had a bit of
peanut butter and marmalade on toast for lunch.
I got another coat of paint onto the planter, then realized
that my plan to use white cobbles in it wouldn’t work. The colours just
wouldn’t contrast, so I popped over to the garden centre to see what they had.
As always they were doing three bags of aggregates for the price of two… I only
need one and a half bags so if anyone wants some plum slate…
Whilst I was at it I got another pond plant. It was only a
couple of quid and its picture looked pretty.
I came home and heaved the bags of stone into the back
garden, and got a third coat of paint on to the planter… I must stop calling it
a planter. It is going to be a gnome platform. By the time I’d got the washing
in I was worn out. But I felt so much happier that I was able to actually do
something today.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up fish and chips which we scoffed whilst watching drivel on telly as we do.
I might have overdone the gnome platform… I ache.
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