I slept reasonably well despite a rather vivid dream in
which I was taking a cycling holiday across the entire width of Canada which
was completely uphill; no matter which direction in which I went.
I made toast and had my usual look at the Internet as I do.
One friend had pointed out that today is Hastings Day – the nine hundred and
fifty-ninth anniversary of the Battle of Hastings from which
so much British history follows. Bearing in mind that with the current surge in
patriotism having people painting roundabouts and zebra crossings and hanging
flags from everything, people would have made more of a fuss about it, wouldn’t
you?
There wasn’t a lot happening on Facebook this morning but I
had a few emails. There’s some fellow hunter of Tupperware coming to Kent at
the end of the month and they’ve organized a couple of geo-meets. Sadly at the
most inconvenient times and in the most awkward places to get to… early morning
in Whitstable and early evening in Rye.
And no matter where I looked on-line this morning I was
presented with adverts for tickets to go and see Brighton and Hove Albion
playing football. Sadly the advertisers have set their target audience as
anyone aged over eighteen living in the UK and so waste a lot of their money
sending me the adverts. You’d think they’d target their advertising, wouldn’t
you?
I Munzed, finally got Wordle (forum – it took some
getting today), and leaving the dogs under the care of “er indoors TM” I
went to the optician.
I’ve not had much luck with opticians. In October 2019 one of the
big high street opticians gave me double vision. My next eye test was with
the local independent optician who said that if I wasn’t at all happy with the
glasses they provided I should go back to them… and when I did they made it
quite clear that they had had my money and that was it. So two years ago I went
to Boots and they seem OK so far…
This morning the nice lady stuck me in front of the machine
which blew air in my eyes, and in front of the machine which flashed lights,
and in front of the one which took photos of the insides of my eyes. I was told
that all of that was good, and then I had the eye test. I thought my eyes
weren’t what they once were, and I was right. My close-up vision needs even
more help. So I’ve got some new glasses on the way… over two hundred quid cheaper than what I
paid four years ago. Will they be any good – I’ll find out in a couple of
weeks’ time. Apparently Boots get their specs made up in Germany and it takes
longer to send the frames there and have the things posted back than it takes
to actually make the lenses.
I came home and took the dogs to the woods. We walked a
different walk to our usual one, but we had a good walk. As we went I was
amazed by the amount of acorns and chestnuts laying on the ground. When we went
chestnutting a couple of weeks ago I was worried we’d be leaving the squirrels
short. Clearly not.
As we walked there was something big crashing about in a
thicket. Morgan barked at it, and I heard a snuffling snorking sound that was
very reminiscent of pigs that we’ve walked past on our travels. Are there wild
boar in Kings Wood? Opinion is divided. There are
those who claim that Kent has the highest amount of wild boar in the UK; there
are those who claim that this was once the case but they’ve been hunted to
extinction. Either way something was two miles from the car park in Kings Wood
doing a very good pig impression late this morning. I find myself thinking back
a couple of months when I discovered some epic turds in Kings Wood and the
people on the Big Cat Facebook page thought they might be from a
boar.
We’d walked in the drizzle; it was dry when we came home.
I’ve mentioned before that Kings Wood is high; the altitude map shows it’s
about a hundred and fifty
metres higher than my house. We’d effectively been walking
in low cloud.
Seeing it was dry at home, once I’d given the dogs’ bellies
a quick hosing down I voomed round the garden with the lawn mower. Two weeks ago I mentioned
that I’d poked the bird seed into holes in the lawn. That grass has sprouted
quite impressively… Well, the seeds I planted have. I just need to plant a
whole lot more. Or will it spread?
I was rather worn out by this time, so I slobbed on the
sofa and as the dogs snored I watched more of “The Forsyte Saga” in
which him who played “Hornblower” did the dirty deed with Irene-ey (not
Irene – Irene-ey!) and got what was coming to him (in more ways than one).
Irene-ey then went on to almost (but not quite) do the dirty deed at
Granddad, and then Soames was up for a portion.
Those Forsytes are on the un-moral side.
“er indoors TM” boiled up some
fajitas which we scoffed whilst watching another episode of “Taskmaster”
and then the first episode of the new season of “Hunted” in which a pair
of idiots who didn’t know a single person outside of Croydon ran to Ashford
because they though Ashford was not only out in the sticks but beyond the reach
of CCTV…
I’ve sure a lot of people on these reality TV shows are
paid to pretend to be stupid.
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