I slept well, but was still awake earlier than I might have
been. I made toast and had my usual rummage round the Internet as I do. I had a
smile as I looked at photos of the wedding of the son of one of my cousins. We
weren’t invited; I didn’t expect an invite. I didn’t know anything about the
wedding. I don’t think I’ve ever actually met that cousin’s son, and I’ve not
seen that cousin in person for over ten years. We’ve never really been a close
family. But this is why I like social media – I can see photos that otherwise I
never would.
I also got to see some of the sights of Hanoi – my
colleague was there this morning.
I wonder where Hanoi is?
I took the dogs for an early walk. As we drove the pundits
on the radio were interviewing the shadow chancellor of the exchequer. The chap
had several ideas about how he might run the economy better, but I have no idea
what his ideas were; every time he tried to speak the interviewer interrupted
him with another question. You have to wonder why they bring these people on to
prime-time radio only just to talk over them.
We went to Parkwood near Appledore. A couple of weeks ago I
hid a series of geocaches there and at the weekend we’d had reports that one
had gone missing. We went and had a look; it hadn’t. It was where it was
supposed to be.
As we walked so Bailey and Morgan ran through a fence. I
called them back; Morgan came back just as a pheasant squawked. I got Morgan
and Treacle on their leads, and we spent half an hour walking up and down the
south end of the wood trying to find “Team Sod”. The “Map My Walk”
trace shows where Bailey was with us and where she wasn’t.
Just when I was about to start crying so she came trotting
down the path clearly without a care in the world. This is the third or fourth
time we’ve walked these woods recently, and every time it has been a disaster
because of Bailey’s running off. I can either archive the geo-series, or Bailey
will have to stay on the lead whenever we go to do geo-maintenance in those woods.
I wish I knew what goes through her head. She’s terribly
behaved at Parkwood; iffy (at best) at Orelstone, but does as she’s told
in Kings Wood.
We came home. As we drove the pundits on the radio were
talking about the Greek civil war. Sadly they
chap being interviewed wasn’t the best speaker. What could have been
interesting was oh-so-dull, so I sang along to Ivor Biggun songs
instead.
Once home I sorted us a cuppa, had a quick Munz, and got
Wordle (amuse) on the fourth attempt before running an errand for “Daddies’
Little Angel TM”.
With errand run I came home and had a little look in the
garden. I harvested dog dung… and then harvested another load that I missed the
first time.
Despite being dry to the point of “burnt to death” a
couple of months ago the lawn has been growing like a thing possessed recently.
It got a trim, and then I ran round with the garden vacuum. I might have to
make this the last vacuuming of the year as all the little bugs will be
starting to hibernate in what I vacuum up.
I then had a little re-organize of the bags of ornamental
stones and bags of compost. Hopefully they shouldn’t be pooling quite so much
water from here on in.
And then I stopped. Over the summer I would spend all day
fiddling about heaving and lifting and gardening and not being able to move.
I’m going to have to ration myself in the garden.
I spent a little while solving geo-puzzles and then spent
the afternoon doing the ironing (dull), and with “er indoors TM” off
bowling I settled in front of the telly watching the new series of “Love, Death and
Robots”. I quite like the show if only for the fact that the episodes
aren’t an hour long.
I’ve only walked ten thousand steps today.. That’s not much
for me… and most of what I walked was searching for Bailey who is currently on
the sofa without a care in the world.
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