I slept well; it helps enormously if the dogs are settled.
I made toast and peered into the Internet in case anything much had changed
overnight. It hadn’t really… or had it? My Facebook feed was filled with stuff
which was mostly from over a week ago.
We tuned to Radio Ashford where Steve was presenting the
morning program. He said that it would be mostly dry today, and he was backed
up by the Met Office’s weather forecast which said that at most there would be
a ten per cent chance of rain in Ashford today, and that would be in the late
afternoon. However the BBC claimed that at no point locally would there be less
than a sixty per cent chance of rain. As I have said before I would love to be
held to the same standard of competency as a meteorologist. But when has any
healthcare professional got away with “Oh, it wasn’t wind, it was terminal
cancer was it? Ho ho ho… silly me”.
Steve then gave the “Guess the Lyrics” competition.
“I love your personality but I don’t want our love on show”. No? It was
Eddie Grant – I Don’t Wanna Dance.
I Munzed, got Wordle (clung) on the fifth attempt,
and got ready for the off.
We drove round to Dog Club where we had a good session.
Pogo was with us; I did have reservations about how he would get on, but he
clearly seemed to remember the place. He joined in the “sitting nicely for
treats” and didn’t snap at anyone. He played chase… he was a tad keen at
the humping but you can’t have everything. I suppose I’d rate him at six and a
half out of ten with the observation that there was room for improvement.
As we drove home Steve was doing the Mystery Year
competition on the radio. Steeleye Span’s hat (arse!), Jasper
Carrot’s Funky Moped… I thought 1978 but it was three years earlier. 1975
We had a cuppa and a Bakewell tart in the hope that it
might settle my innards. I *really* shouldn’t have had those peanuts
yesterday. I do like peanuts, but they don’t like me.
We then drove down to Tenterden. First of all we went out
to Smallhythe where we found a geocache which qualified for giving us a virtual
snow globe, then we went into Tenterden. We tried to park; the place was
heaving. We eventually found somewhere to park in a back street then made our
way to the church. We walked through the absolute mayhem, that was the
Christmas Fayre. It took a ridiculously long time to walk a ridiculously small
distance. Am I being hopelessly naïve in thinking that in the same way that
drivers need to pass a driving test in order to be able to drive on the roads,
people should have to pass some sort of test before being allowed to walk on a
pavement? So many people were just randomly blundering all over the place and
randomly stopping whenever the voices in their heads felt that doing so might
be a good idea.
We got to the church where we met a Canadian chap who was
holidaying in the area who had organized a geo-meet-up. Before everyone else
arrived we had a little chat which convinced me that I would like to go back to
Canada. And then once everyone else arrived we chatted as we do. I do like
these geo-meets.
From the meet we drove out to the McCann’s brewery tap
room. It was a bit of an experiment to see how Pogo would get on. He seemed to
cope all right with our first pint, so I got a flight of beer (Three
thirds of different pints) for myself, some pork scratchings for the pups,
and ordered some dinner for us all. We (the humans) had a pizza and
cheesy chips, and I shared a portion of whitebait with the dogs. Dinner all
round, a few drinks and change out of fifty quid. Not too shabby at all.
Hopefully I can stage next February’s geo-meet there.
We came home. I set the washing machine loose on my
undercrackers, shaved the frankly awful beard into an even worse set of mutton
chops and had a little kip.
“er indoors TM” boiled up egg and
chips and we scoffed it whilst watching Bottom 2001: An Arse Oddity. 2001
– is that really twenty-four years old?
And in closing we are now half-way through MoVember and it
is now in shape. I’ve been here before. People accept the frankly awful beard,
but I will now spend the next two weeks explaining that I realise that the
mutton chops are *really* bad and are for charity. If you give a donation
of twenty quid or more to it, the nice people at Pringles will match your donation.
Here’s the links (again)…
I’m nearly up to two hundred quid… The Facebook page says I’ve
raised one more quid than the official Movember page says…
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