I really should have gone to bed early last night. Instead
I fell asleep on the sofa and woke with neck ache at midnight. I took myself
off to bed, and spent far too long listening to the sound of the rain on the
window.
I eventually got up, made toast, and had a look at the
Internet as I do. Not much had really changed overnight. It rarely does.
I Munzed, got Wordle (limbo) on the fourth attempt,
fed the dogs, put some washing in then got busy with the scrubbing brush. A
couple of weeks ago we got loads of chestnuts from the woods. Some have been
boiled, some pickled… and everything with which they have come into contact has
been stained brown and the dishwasher isn’t touching that staining. A good soak
and a good scrub went a long way to sorting it. Another soak and another go
through the dishwasher should do the trick.
“Daddies’ Little Angel TM” and Pogo
arrived. She had an errand to run; Pogo came with me and the other dogs for a
little walk.
As we drove the pundits on the radio were talking about
Gaza. For all that the cease fire is still in place, both sides are still killing each
other.
We drove down to Park Wood near Appledore this morning. A
month or so ago I hid some geocaches in those woods and one of them had reports
that someone couldn’t find it.
We got to the woods to see quite a bit of the car park was
taken up by a French camper van. Much the same happens in Longbeech Woods near
Charing. With no barrier across the car park, camper vans can get a free night
before setting off to the cross-channel ferries.
We walked out to where the supposedly missing cache was. It
was where it was supposed to be. We then walked a figure-of-eight round the
woods back to the car. I let Bailey off the lead where I dared, but bearing in
mind her previous episodes, she was on the lead whenever we were within fifty
yards of any fence that I couldn’t cross without destroying. To be fair to her
she was better behaved than she had been on previous trips to Park Wood. And
Pogo was as good as gold.
We went out expecting rain; we were lucky. There was a bit,
but the tree cover kept it off of us. But it rained hard as we drove home.
Once home we had bellies and paws washed, then I drove “Daddies’
Little Angel TM” and Pogo home through some frankly
torrential rain. I had planned to mow the lawn when I got back, but that wasn’t
going to happen with the weather alternating between bright sunshine and heavy
showers every fifteen minutes for the rest of the day. So I sat and struggled
with some geo-puzzles in the area where we will (hopefully) be going on
holiday next year. I wrote up some CPD, and had a
little think...
Yesterday had been rather dull. The highlight of the day had
been listening to “Desert Island Discs” and that finished at quarter to
seven in the morning. I suppose with pretty much nothing of note having
happened yesterday or today that’s why I’ve been thinking of my own “Desert Island Discs”
choices ever since. It’s two years since I last thought seriously
about them, and I had a little update this afternoon. There’s now two Sparks
cover versions in there… On closer inspection my choices are mostly cover
versions… there’s only one original in my current eight songs.
And then I had an email. Over the last few months I’ve been
emailing the local MP and the local councilor about the flooding at the Asda
underpass. The MP has established that the flood defences (or lack of them)
are the responsibility of Kent County Council. Kent County Council say they
can’t afford to sort the issue; the issue being that the river needs dredging.
I tried posting about the problem to one of the local Facebook pages. The
solution to getting the underpass to stop flooding is so obvious. If enough
people contact the local councilor then they will spend money on sorting the
issue. After all, look at how much money they’ve got to squander on the
Operation Brock stupidity. But (as ever) people have plenty of time to
engage in petty bickering on-line, but not the two minutes it would take to send
an email to a councilor.
Oh well… with the current torrential rain the underpass
will be flooded by the morning. But why should I care? It’s not as though I
need to go through there very often. In fact I only go through there once every
six months when I walk to and from getting the car serviced. And at the last
service I established that it’s a far shorter walk to avoid the underpass
altogether.
“er indoors TM” boiled up quiche
and chips which we scoffed whilst watching last night’s episode of “Hunted”.
Are these contestants stupid? Have they never watched previous episodes of the
show? Why go on the show if you have a visceral hatred of sleeping in a tent?
Why go on the show if you aren’t prepared to go anywhere other than to the
house of a friend?
And then we watched last week’s Bake Off. The more I watch
that show the more I’m convinced I shouldn’t have given up professional cooking
all those year ago.
It’s still raining…
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