I got up in the night (as I do) and so being up
I put a load of washing in to scrub so that when I got up properly I could hang
it out to dry. There’s not that many people organised enough to be hanging
washing out at seven o’clock, is there?
With washing pegged out I put another load in, then
made my toast.
In the series “Star Trek: Picard” if you pause
the show at the exact right spot you might catch a glimpse of the USS Saratoga.
It takes some doing to get the right spot. This morning as I peered into
Facebook people are arguing (quite heatedly) about a screenshot of that
fictional spaceship taken at the vital moment. Quite sadly most of the
arguments could have been settled had anyone read the caption that went with
the picture causing the arguments, but some people do like to quarrel.
And a friend had watched some filming in Rye.
Apparently there’s to be yet another remake of “Pride and Prejudice”.
There’s quite a few remakes and reboots coming up; I suppose
those making the TV shows and films are guaranteed an audience and so are
confident they will make money.
But the biggest squabble today was about the new local secondary school that opened this week.
On the A28 about a mile or so out of Ashford there’s no way to get to it unless
you walk down the busy A28. Amazingly no one realised this until the school
opened.
I munzed, got Wordle on the second go (again),
hung the second load of washing out and thought about getting ready for the
day.
As we drove up to the woods the pundits on the radio
were interviewing Mark O’Shea about his fascination
with snakes. I found myself thinking back to the days when I had more snakes than sense. And I found myself
thinking back to the old snake club. Like so many things over the years that
sadly went from an excellent start to being one big argument. Just like Facebook,
really.
We got to the woods and walked our usual circuit. As
we went Treacle
picked up a bone, Bailey rolled in something disgusting, and I was asked (by
a “very nice man” who was mincing by) if Morgan was safe.
And we chased two herds of deer too.
I came home to find the postman had been with the
reminder for the car’s road tax. It was only twenty quid for the year, but
still twenty quid I’d rather not have to shell out. And whilst I was at it I
signed up to the NHS organ donor register. Personally I can’t help but think
that acceptance of organ donation should be taken as read and people should opt
out rather than opt in, but what do I know?
I went into the garden and harvested dog turds. So
often I find myself wondering how three small dogs can generate so much dung. I
then sorted the fish dung; cleaning the pressure filter is so much easier than
cleaning those old green box filters I used to use.
And then I made a start on the next garden project. I
assembled the garden lamp post that Chris gave us, then had a measure up. It wasn’t
quite tall enough for where I had in mind so it needed a little podium. I
thought I could lay one of the spare slabs which is laying round the garden,
get a sleeper and chop it into four, and make a little pedestal.
I went to B&Q…
Will I never learn?
According to the dictionary, Brownian Motion is “random
movement of particles suspended in liquids or gases resulting from the impact
of molecules of the surrounding medium”. A rather good
example of this was all the people in B&Q who were bouncing off of each
other as not one of them was either watching where they going or aware that
there was anyone else in the shop.
I pushed my way out to the timber yard where I found the
sleeper I wanted… for twenty-one quid. I announced “sod that” out loud,
and several heads turned. I explained that the same thing was available in
Wickes for eleven quid, pushed my way back through the milling throng and drove
round to Wickes where I got a sleeper and all the fixings for what B&Q
wanted for just the sleeper.
It pays to shop about.
I did myself a bit of toast for lunch, then cracked on
with sawing the sleeper to shape. In retrospect I might have exaggerated a
little. I suppose the saw probably was sharper than my arse. But probably not
by much. So there was a brief hiatus whilst I popped back to the shops to get a
saw that was definitely sharper than my arse.
Suitably armed with a saw I cut the sleeper into four
sections, screwed them together into a little podium and put some paint on it.
And while the paint dried I watered the plants, and got the laundry in before
dobbing out a second coat of paint.
The finished lamp post looks rather good.
“er indoors TM” finished
work, and we took the dogs down to Orlestone for a brief two-mile walk. It
would have been better had Bailey not disappeared. She was only gone for about
two minutes, but if you look on the “Map My Walk” tracks from today you
can definitely see where I was back-tracking and going here and there looking
for her.
We had a couple of rather good lamb burgers for dinner
which we scoffed whilst watching the second episode of “Destination
X” in which the woman I couldn’t stand got the heave-ho. I was pleased
about that – is that wrong of me?
It’s dark outside – the lamp post has lit up. It’s
rather pretty.
And I’ve walked over twenty-one thousand steps today…
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