I woke at four o’clock this morning and lay dozing for a
couple of hours before giving up and getting up. Being the first of the month I
had a scrape with a new razor blade, then made toast and had my usual rummage
round the Internet.
My colleague was still in China; she was in Shanghai on
Sunday; now she seems to be a thousand miles away from there in Chongqing. I
liked our travelling holiday in Uzbekistan last year, but I’d not want to do a
travelling holiday without a travel guide to organize me.
And a chap with who I went to college (over forty years
ago) was posting all sorts of anti-Labour party memes… I’m not sure that a
personal attack on anyone who voted Labour at the last election is a productive
thing to do though. What was the alternative at the time? The Conservatives were
in total disarray; Reform UK were very good at finding fault but not so good at
coming up with solutions, the Liberal Democrats were very good at taking an age
to actually say nothing…
The trouble with people who are staunch supporters of any
given political party is that they treat their political party like others
treat their randomly chosen favourite football team, will hear no wrong about
it, and will rubbish the opposition purely because it isn’t their favourite.
Policies are irrelevant to them.
It was rather early, but I took the dogs out anyway. I can
beat the traffic that brings Ashford to a standstill by going before or after
rush hour, and we got to the woods this morning at a time before I got out of
bed yesterday.
We walked our usual route. As we walked we met an idiot
that we see from time to time. He and his wife walk side by side shouting their
conversation, and their dog has several bells attached to his collar. The pair
of them are regularly shouting at the dog for no reason that I can fathom.
I go to the woods for some peace and quiet; I often wonder
why they go.
We found another hornet trap by one of the ponds. There
were two hornets in the trap. Have you seen these invasive hornets? They are
huge; about an inch long.
Treacle round a dead rabbit, and we saw deer again. We’ve
seen lots of deer recently. A fellow dog walker that we see from time to time
has a theory that the deer are unsettled because of all the people foraging for
mushrooms. She could have a point.
We came home listening to the radio. “More Or Less”
was on; a program in which the statements of various politicians and officials
are fact-checked. Today they were looking at Donald Trump’s claims to have
ended various wars. Some of them never even happened…
Once home we had a cuppa. I Munzed and got Wordle (spoil)
on the fifth attempt, then pootled in the garden. I cleared all of the dead
leaves out of the smallest water feature then lifted all of the plant pots out
of the smallest pond. The plant roots had gone mad so I trimmed them back so
that the fish would have some space… not that I could see many fish. Before the
plants grew (a few months ago) there were at least eight fish in there.
One died over last weekend, but today I could only see one. Had the others gone
into the murky depths or has something scoffed them. I wouldn’t have thought
our frogs were big enough?
I then went and sat by the big pond to ponder the next bit
of gardening… and woke up an hour later to find it was raining. Even though the
BBC weather forecast said zero per cent chance of rain.
I had a bit of lunch (toast) then hoiked a load of
tat out of the shed and into the car and did a tip run. As I unloaded I had a
sly smile at one of the tip operatives loudly telling another about “that
f…ing one” and pointing at a car driving out of the tip. Apparently “that
f…ing one” had done quite “a f…ing lot” wrong in the eyes of the
clearly miffed tip operative.
You would have thought that tip operatives would have
instructions not to swear about the punters in front of the other punters,
wouldn’t you?
I came home, made us both a cuppa, and then played Tetris
and chess. I was aching somewhat. Somewhere in between a dog walk, a bit of
gardening and a bit of loading up rubbish I’d overdone it. Back in the day I
used to work full time and do nights as overtime and still manage all sorts of
work around the house. These days I’m knackered. I would say “don’t get old”
but I suppose it beats the alternative.
“er indoors TM” boiled up pizza which
we scoffed whilst watching more “Destination X“ which is getting rather competitive.
The smarmy one got the heave-ho, but sadly the thick one, the dopey one and the
obnoxious one got through to the next round.
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