I woke at three thirty-three this morning. An odd time to
see on the clock. I then dozed in and off before finally getting up and
watching an episode of “The Forsyte Saga”. It’s an odd show – is it
actually some sci-fi program in which the family are actually immortals? They
seem to be storming through history without aging in the slightest.
I sparked up the lap-top and had a look at the Internet. It
was still there. People were still whinging about “the flags” on the
local Facebook page. It would seem that no one really has a clear idea about
why there are cheap flags being attached to every lamp post in the country, but
because someone has done it, everyone else is copying lemming-like. If people
are proud of their country then that is very nice for them. Sadly more and more
I’m finding myself ashamed of it, and stupidity like this isn’t helping.
And then there was the news that Prince Andrew is giving up his royal
titles. Forty years ago he
was a war hero in the Falklands. Now…
I Munzed, got Wordle (haven) on the fifth attempt,
and listened to Steve doing the “Guess the Lyrics” competition on the
radio. “Since you went away I’ve been hanging around”. No? – “What
Have I Done to Deserve This” by the Pet Shop Boys.
Being Saturday we went round to Repton and Dog Club.
Attendance seemed to be down, but I counted (at least) fourteen dogs. We
had a great time. We shared treats, we fetched balls… have you ever seen a
Basset hound playing chase with a springer spaniel?
I did notice that some of those who used to be regular
attendees were arriving as we were leaving; their dogs have graduated to the
later sessions for bigger dogs. So they are still part of the club. That’s
good.
As we drove home so Steve was still on the radio now doing
the “Mystery Year” competition. Freddie Laker and Skytrain? 1977. I can
distinctly remember an incredibly rich distant cousin (who I’ve not seen in
years) mouthing off about how making trans-Atlantic flights available to
the masses was a bad thing. I can remember that cousin being sent to spend the
summer at my grandmother’s house so that he was near me and I could be his
friend so that he would have a friend. He was pleasant enough I suppose. I
wonder what he’s doing now. The last I heard (some time ago) was that
his incredibly rich father had set him up in business twice, and he’d gone bust
twice.
I should really have kept in touch…
Once home we had a cuppa and the last of the coffee cake,
then took the dogs for a little walk. Today was geocaching Adventure Day, and
if you did a series of Adventure Labs then you got an e-souvenir. So we walked
them up to the railway station and home via a circuitous walk doing geocaching
ad-labs and Munzing as we went. It made for a walk… but not really much of an “adventure”.
We came home, and I spent a couple of hours putting the
finishing touches to my Lego pirate ship. It’s now going to live on top of the
fish tank. That’s nice, isn’t it (!)
I then got on with marking some of the trainees’ essays,
and wrote up some CPD whilst “er
indoors TM” went shopping. She returned with Whitby
buns – there’s three hundred calories.
And it wasn’t long until dinner time. A rather good chili
which we scoffed whilst watching another episode of “Taskmaster”.
Today’s been something of a lazy one… and I’ve got to work
tomorrow.
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