We had a rather late night last night and so I didn’t wake
for the loo trip until half past four. Although it was still dark I know the
way from the bed to the toilet so I didn’t need the light. However had I turned
the light on I wouldn’t have trodden barefoot in the pile of dog diarrhea on
the lino in the lobby by the bathroom. Oh well… it didn’t take that long to
clear up, and it was on the lino rather than a carpet.
I went back to bed and slept though till after eight
o’clock. I got up and because it was light I could see the puddle of dog tiddle
on the kitchen lino.
Oh well… they rarely have little accidents, and when they
do you can see they’ve tried to get out.
I scoffed toast whilst the dogs scoffed their brekkie then
we went to the woods for a walk. As we drove so Sir Salman Rushdie was on the
radio on Desert Island Discs. Some of his music choices were rather good, some
were awful.
We got to the woods. Being a bit later than usual there
were loads of normal people there… but as always once we were a few hundred
yards from the car park we didn’t see anyone. We walked our usual four and a
half mile walk, and probably won’t be doing that for a little while – it was
seriously muddy in places.
We got back to the car park to find something of a
commotion going on. Cars were trying to get in and out of the car park, no one
was moving and there were heated voices. A couple of other people hurried over
to get involved, but it was neither my circus nor my monkeys, and whatever it
was all about was sorted by the time I’d got the dogs into the car’s boot.
As we drove home there was a fascinating article on the
radio. Some chap had been running a scam in which he was
importing tea from Africa to Scotland and selling it claiming that it had
actually been grown on his plantations in Scotland. One so-called expert said a
kilo of top tea from Africa could be sold for a hundred times its cost if
passed off as Scottish. Mind you I would take what these so-called experts have
to say with a pinch of salt as is was them who were agreeing that the scam tea
tasted different to other teas which were actually exactly the same, and who
were giving it awards.
We got home where I made us a cuppa, then rather than
settling down there was a little errand to be run. In Folkestone. But the
errand didn’t take long, and it wasn’t *that* much of a diversion into
Lyminge on the way home. There’s a geocache there (there’s geocaches
everywhere if you look hard enough) which you find by answering some
questions about the village sign. We’d originally answered those questions eight years ago but the
actual cache was missing then. We tried again last year as well,
but failed…
Today was third time lucky…
and we got a virtual Shih Tzu as well.
Once home we saw there was a temporary Munzee garden
nearby, so that was good for a blast and ten thousand Munzee points. I got
Wordle (colic) on the fourth attempt. And I looked at the post…
I’ve had a letter from the tax people. Apparently I owe
them the thick end of sixteen hundred quid. Ho hum… if I’m not finding dog shit
on the lino, I’m faced with a tax man with his hand out… Such is life.
We had a very good bit of dinner whilst watching “Celebrity
Race Across The World” in which Team Useless stormed into the lead, and the
idiots seem to be falling further and further behind. We then sparked up the Infinity
table and spent a little while struggling with the challenging remote players
function. We can challenge people over the Internet, but people don’t seem able
to challenge us…
Meanwhile the mutton chops have got two days to go. Many
thanks to everyone who’s donated. I’ve reached my extended goal of two hundred
and fifty quid, and here’s the links (again)…
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