I had a reasonable night I suppose, but was still awake too
early, and was worrying if the dogs were warm enough. A strange thing to worry
about – they seemed fine.
I made toast and had a little look at the Internet. As I
sparked up my lap-top the anti-virus told me that it had upgraded its opinion
of our home network to “trusted”… It’s had long enough to decide.
I saw my brother was off to watch football in Manchester. A
round trip of over ten hours and five hundred miles. He and so many others
clearly love it. I *really* wish I could see the attraction of football.
I saw a post from our MP on Facebook. He was grinning at
the camera from the local hospice. I must admit to having great disappointment
in our local MP. The last chap would go to the opening of an envelope to get
his photo taken, and would manage to somehow take all the credit for everyone
else’s efforts without actually saying or doing anything himself. And the new
chap is doing much the same. I had such high hopes for him… my first ever
Labour MP has turned out to be something of a let down.
I had an email from one of the people who walked round
Kings Wood a month ago finding over a hundred geocaches in eight hours thanking
me for the time and effort I put into the game. That was decent of him… So many
people go charging off hunting for film pots under rocks without a thought for
who puts the things out, and certainly with no intentions of hiding any
themselves.
I also had a couple of comments to this blog overnight.
Florence and Stacy both thought they might try to get me to advertise their
scams. They thought wrong…
Steve was on the radio doing the Guess the Lyrics
competition. “I want to tell you the things I know you’ve been waiting to
hear”. No – me neither. Steve later told me it was Showaddywaddy - Under
the Moon of Love.
As we listened so Treacle ran round the living room with a
carrier bag. Knowing she wasn’t supposed to have it she made a point of running
up to me and “er indoors TM”, proudly showing her
treasure, and running off again.
We went round to Dog Club where we had a mostly good
session. It was a shame that Morgan disgraced himself, but that’s the sort of
dog he is.
With Dog Club done we came home. “er indoors TM” went
off to craft club. I took the dogs home listening to the mystery year
competition on the radio. Enola Gay by OMD, Robert Runcie becoming archbishop…
1980.
Once home I listened to Steve on the radio for a bit, then
cracked on with the ironing whilst watching the last of The Forsyte Saga. It
has to be said there were some thoroughly dislikable people in that show.
I had a little doze until “er indoors TM” came
home, and then leaving her in charge of the dogs I drove round to the Ellingham
estate. A few weeks ago I saw a sign as I drove home pointing the way to the “Koi
Open Day”. A little looking on-line took me to a new fish shop… A little
more looking on-line told me it wasn’t really a fish shop. They are more of a
mail-order service that has open days for the public from time to time. Today
was one of their open days. I’d been looking forward to it, and as is always
the case when you look forward to something it is a disappointment. The place
operated from behind secure fencing topped with barbed wire.
There was one frankly huge pond with various fish that were
about the size of the ones in my pond and which (to my uneducated eye)
were nowhere near as pretty. The prices of these ranged from three hundred
pounds upwards.
There were half a dozen paddling pools containing fish
smaller than those in my pond (and again nothing special to look at) all
billed as “open day specials” and up for sale at prices between fifty
and a hundred quid.
I gave it two minutes (certainly no longer) and
moved on. I was reminded of my Uncle Terry who used to breed fancy canaries. He
had a huge shed in his garden with hundreds of birds in it. He would breed them
for shows and the shapes of wings, beaks, bodies, feet etc. had to be exactly
just so. However if you just wanted a pet, any bird would do. I suspect this
pond shop is much the same. They specialize in the fancy stuff. If you want a
pure-bred hara-kiri-nagasaki then that is the place to go. If you want a pretty
fish then go to the garden centre to get a prettier fish cheaper.
I then drove round to the garden centre. I’ve mentioned a
few times recently how the fish tank light has been taking an age to stop
flashing and start up. This morning it simply didn’t start up at all. I got a
new LED light… thirty quid. Thirty quid !! I was thinking it would be
about half of that. It was only when I got home and looked on Amazon I saw that
I could have got one for half of that.
And as I was in the area I popped into Sainsburys for a
bottle of port. There’s some blue cheese in the fridge that might go nicely
with that later,
Once home I plumbed in the new fish tank light, and
prepared “Hannah” for tomorrow’s adventure. I shall have a shower in a
minute, and the quicker “er indoors TM” boils up dinner
the quicker I can set about that port…
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