For the third day running I peered into Facebook expecting
to see all sorts of posts about the final of the TV show we’d watched the night
before only to see nothing at all on the subject. Had we not made a point of
watching the shows live then I’m sure we would have seen spoilers. But watching
the shows live meant we saw the adverts… it’s the first week of November and
the Christmas adverts are out. There are those that go mad for Christmas; I
would like to be one of them, but by starting it all two months in advance
means that by the time Christmas comes I’m rather fed up with hearing about it.
There was talk about the upcoming Lego model of the USS
Enterprise-D (from Star Trek). Personally I feel the
thing looks awful, but as usual I am in the minority for thinking that.
I Munzed and Wordled, and fed the dogs. Treacle turned her
nose up at her brekkie this morning. That’s unlike her.
Pogo (and “Daddies’ Little Angel TM”)
arrived, and Pogo joined me and the other dogs on our morning walk. We went to
Orlestone… As we parked up I saw someone just sitting in his car in the car
park. There’s often people sitting in their cars in the car park there. I can’t
help but wonder what they are up to.
We walked a rather truncated walk to avoid the mud we found
earlier in the week, but we still covered over two miles.
We came home. No one needed a bath, which was a result. I
drove “Daddies’ Little Angel TM” and Pogo home… only to
find they’d lost their keys. A quick phone call and we located the keys…
fifteen miles away back in Ashford.
It didn’t take that long to go back to get them.
I came home via the Folkestone Sainsburys where I picked up
some odds and ends and a Victoria sponge muffin for our lunch. Have you ever
had a Sainsburys Taste The Difference Victoria sponge muffin? Don’t bother… To
be fair, it wasn’t bad. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I was expecting
much more. It was a rather disappointing way to scoff nearly a third of my
daily calorie allowance.
The plan for the afternoon was to mow the lawn, but the
lawn was a tad wet. So I settled in front of the telly and watched a couple of
episodes of “The Witcher” in which the foxy one flopped them out, which
was a tad unmoral of her.
“er indoors TM” boiled up fajitas
for dinner which we scoffed whilst watching the first episode of “Celebrity
Race Across The World” which in a novel break with tradition featured some
(but not all) celebrities of whom I’d heard. When I watch people in that
show struggling to book transport in bus and train stations, I always remember
the young couple we met a few times in Uzbekistan. Following pretty much the
same itinerary are us, it was so much easier for us being on an organized trip
rather than trying to sort it all out for ourselves as we went along. It seems
hard enough to find the bus or train station, and when you do, no one
understands you.
My phone beeped – we’ve hit the first of this month’s three
Munzee clan targets. That’s a result. And I’m now one week into MoVember. It
seemed such a good idea after a few beers last Friday.
There’s still time to give a bung for it…
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